| I been down at my lowest for a long time
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| Yeah, ridin' for my brother if he alright ('Right)
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| I just told him, «We gon' live our life»
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| Yeah, it’s gon' be alright
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| (ForeignGotEm)
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| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
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| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
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| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
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| And let’s get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No)
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| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone
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| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one
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| Yeah, left, right, uh, uh, step right (Yeah, yeah)
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| I been growin' up and vibin', posted on the West side (Uh)
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| Labels talkin', man, they call my music lo-fi
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| I guess that’s alright, I rock the Off-White
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| Yeah, and I been off the Addy, feelin' high now (Yeah)
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| He just popped two 30s, I’m like, «Damn, bro, you high now» (Uh-uh)
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| And if she slide, yeah, she slidin' for like five rounds (Uh)
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| Had to switch my flow, they’ve been stealin' my sound
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| I can see you through the head, I got on Cartiers
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| It’s a marathon, I’m the turtle, you the fuckin' hare (Yeah)
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| You ain’t never seen 100K, we do not compare
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| Rick Owen boots with the motherfuckin' Moncler
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| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
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| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
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| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
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| And let’s get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No)
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| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone
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| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I just pulled in a coupe on the West side (West side)
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| Wide body kit, with 2gaudy on the left side (Yeah)
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| When I pull up to the scene, they know I’m high
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| Don’t blame me, it’s the only way that time flies (Yeah, yeah)
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| Strollin' through L.A., pockets bound to fold (Ching-ching)
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| Anything that’s tall, yeah, it’s bound to fall
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| But I lost my mind when I gave my soul
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| Alcohol on the table, drugs in my goal
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| Lost my words tryna find myself
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| Everyone wants to be somebody (Yeah)
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| Saw my shirt, she know what I’m worth
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| It’s okay to be a little 2gaudy
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| Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
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| I told that bitch, «I'm him,» ain’t no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah)
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| And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
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| Let’s just get straight to it, yeah, I don’t do no talkin' (No)
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| 'Cause I had someone, it’s hard to believe but I had someone
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| But aren’t you someone? |
| 'Cause lately, I’ve been feelin' like I’m no one |