| I wish a motherfucker the best of a lucka
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| Suckers can kiss my pickle, adjust your lip up and fucking pucker
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| I got pull like a trucker, specifically southern Louie the Slugger
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| Tucked on the Chevy rubber to bust your bubble
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| Hug your mother, don’t lie to your brother
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| You know Yela’s trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles
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| Alabama’s elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat
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| Underneath the concrete like a street plumber
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| Give me the bucks from in the trees hundreds of leaves
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| Cover the? |
| sleeves I got it, believe it momma
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| Corny motherfuckers we shuck em
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| And animals, we stuff em, a cannibal, he’s bluffing nah
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| Woke up in the morning with a fucking pen and a pistol
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| I put one to the paper, I put one to my fears
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| Stuck up a shop with the pen then I shot up my notebook
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| I’m reading bullet holes, I wish I fucking would
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain’t hip hop
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| Bitch you ain’t hip hop
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me that my shit gonna flop
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| Bitch your shit shit gonna flop
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me that I ain’t hip hop
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| Bitch you ain’t hip hop
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| Hello all my fellow crooks as I let the cigarello cook
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| I’m kool-aid, I got that ghetto hook
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| I got a white bitch who said she went to Pebblebrook
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| Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf
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| I got more numbers than a yellow book
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| And I took more shots than Carmello took
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| So I’m used to being an underdog
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| Send my goons to come assault every last one of y’all
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| No wonder all they brawl take their pajamas off
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| Look up? |
| whenever I want to call
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| I’m a convict but I don’t wear orange
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| I’m so raw, catch me in my rare form
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| I been fly, my momma gave birth to me on a plane
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| Nigga so I guess you could say I’m airborne
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| I’m running my city getting my mayor on
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| Stay on my grizzly, you know I bear arms
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| I wish a motherfucker would try to run up on me, I keep that clip cocked
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell that ain’t kush that’s in my zip look
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me I ain’t hip hop, bitch my shit hot
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| Au contraire mon frere one pure pain giver
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| Don’t ingest this, it might cause corrosion of the liver
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| Yeah toxic, dropkick opponents on arrival
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| This ain’t hip hop, this is the manual to survival
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| Take notes fake folks, imitators and lovers
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| A true to life Jesus risen up from the gutter
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| I’m awesome, different from the rest of you rappers
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| And that’s real shit, Pill spits exactly what happened
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| This is chemistry?
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| Please explain the vivid scenes of what occurred on streets
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| And I doubt if you know what it really means
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| Cultural differences divide us and our nemesis
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| When music is the food for living I think we all forgetting this
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| Born into poverty, hard torn obviously
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| That ain’t going so we trying to figure out how to eat
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| Older brother hustling, momma working overtime
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| Now I’m standing in the kitchen whipping bank it’s soda time
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t straight drop yams fresh out the
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| pot
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t a trout spot serving it to a
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| block
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| I wish a motherfucker would tell me this ain’t a yam shop, come and order your
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| rocks
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| I wish a motherfucker would |