| No, no, no, no-no
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| No, no, no, no-no
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| No, no, no, no-no
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| No, no, no, no-no
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| No, no, no, no-no
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| So many people act like leaches
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| I’ll don’t pick up my phone (Ayy)
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| I put that on Jesus, if I start squeezin'
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| I’m gone knock you off (Ayy)
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| Can’t act like a heathen, people that need me
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| And I can’t block 'em out (Ayy)
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| Fuck all the talkin' y’all (Ayy)
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| I blow my shit, it ain’t no fallin' off (Ayy)
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| So many people, yeah, they need me
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| Stack all my cream up, 'til I ain’t breathin', yeah
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| If feel like I’m dreamin', yeah
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| No, I can’t believe it, yeah
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| Gotta shake all these demons, yeah
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| Got too many people that need me, yeah
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| So, I cannot leave 'em, yeah
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| No, I can’t deceive 'em, yeah
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| Yeah, I got my reason, yeah
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| Stay silent 'til I’m not breathin', yeah
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| Naw, I can’t believe it, yeah
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| How these niggas gone change on me
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| Yeah, I let these niggas get close on me
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| It’s shame on me
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| Hell, naw, I ain’t no Ginuwine, but I’m the same OG
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| My nigga ain’t the same no more, and they put the blame on me
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| So many people act like leaches
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| I’ll don’t pick up my phone (Ayy)
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| I put that on Jesus, if I start squeezin'
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| I’m gone knock you off (Ayy)
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| Can’t act like a heathen, people that need me
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| And I can’t block 'em out (Ayy)
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| Fuck all the talkin' y’all (Ayy)
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| I blow my shit, it ain’t no fallin' off (Ayy)
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| So many people, yeah, they need me
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| Stack all my cream up, 'til I ain’t breathin', yeah
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| Hell, naw, I can’t stop, oh no
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| Nigga, I don’t know how to stop, I go
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| Can’t let these niggas stop my show
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| Can’t let no lame brain stop my dough
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| They prayin' on my downfall
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| Yeah, I know
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| Niggas hatin' on me everywhere I go
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| Stay bangin' my shit, yeah, it’s hey I’m go
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| All of my street niggas gone say I’m hope
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| Put my heart in everything I wrote
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| Yeah, I done lived everything I quote
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| I’ma hold it down, for all my folks
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| All my Blood niggas, all my Locs
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| Lame ass pussy nigga, all y’all jokes
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| Can’t ride my wave, can’t ride my slopes
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| Back in the day, used to ride on vogues
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| But now the four thangs, all I know
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| So many people act like leaches
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| I’ll don’t pick up my phone (Ayy)
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| I put that on Jesus, if I start squeezin'
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| I’m gone knock you off (Ayy)
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| Can’t act like a heathen, people that need me
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| And I can’t block 'em out (Ayy)
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| Fuck all the talkin' y’all (Ayy)
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| I blow my shit, it ain’t no fallin' off (Ayy)
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| So many people, yeah, they need me
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| Stack all my cream up, 'til I ain’t breathin', yeah
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| And I can stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah)
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| I can’t stop at all (Yeah) |