| Don’t be surprised
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| If you seem me
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| On my hands and knees
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| All the way through, you know what I’m sayin'
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| We gotta get this together, you know
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| Whole city under a rock, nigga
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| Matter fact, I am all ya’ll got, nigga
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| Ya’ll gone' hear the same beat 'til I drop, nigga
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| I ain’t gonna leave 'til I sell out the Fox, nigga
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| Yeah, I been on my own two
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| People think they know you
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| I’ve been in that mud mothafucka, let me show you
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| Dirty ass airways
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| Bloody cartier’s, nigga, I ain’t had my head right
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| Ghetto debonair, I ain’t lookin' for a fair fight
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| That’s how you get let down
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| I’m the one they favor gettin' green, call me Brett now
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| I just hit the scene, not a city is my playground
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| If you ever proud of me, I want you to stay proud
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| If it ever went south, catch me on that Greyhound
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| Who your master?
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| I got the answers
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| I’m not a classy
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| Why own your masters?
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| Makes sense why the niggas with bags be the trashers
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| Get it now? |
| You’re poisonin' the masses
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| Copy after copy, you can’t mach another Rocky
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| Why be up in Bali? |
| You ain’t rockin' north Versace
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| When ya’ll was in the light, I despite the dark giftin' me
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| That go for life; |
| liquor, bitches, nigga, look at me
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| Pull up with your brothers and gold chains like Mr. T
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| I could never find fucks to give, it’s a mystery
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| I could never bring you to my crib, you can’t live with me
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| We are not the same, I could put you out your misery
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| Whole city under a rock, nigga
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| Matter fact, I am all ya’ll got, nigga |