| You see me in my Uryu coat walking
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| You might be speaking but I don’t hear no talking
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| The bar girl ask do I come here often
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| I said naw, then I told her get up off me
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| I drink chocolate milk, y’all can have some coffee
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| I got my blade on my back as a option
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| I’m gettin' tired of putting rappers in these coffins
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| Who spend all day writing verses for they bosses
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| I don’t think about that shit, I just be talking
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| Hollow Squad breaking down they whole office
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| We do not know how to spell cautious
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| The industry paranoid cause we comin'
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| 14th Squad smokin' weed often
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| I light a blunt and let it burn while I’m talkin'
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| Hands up, bitch, Führer woe walkin'
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| I got my fleet in the fog and the darkness, bitch
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| I don’t need a co-sign, bitch I’m fine
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| Smoking since 7, counting money since 9
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| Every time I die, the planets they align
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| Every time I ride in the backseat high
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| I don’t need a co-sign, bitch I’m fine
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| Smoking since 7, counting money since 9
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| Every time I die, the planets they align
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| Every time I ride in the backseat high |