| Yeah
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| They probably ain’t gon' understand what I’m talking 'bout
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| Pass interference if these people want challenge
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| I got meds inside my cup to make sure I don’t panic
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| I took interest inside of cars, now my whip panoramic
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| I went harder, became a star, now everybody wanna cam me
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| I don’t fuck with y’all, changed to the devil tune
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| I ain’t gotta tell you your life in danger, let the reverend do it
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| Wishin' that that Hi-Tech came in, I got Wockhardt for tourin'
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| Relationship soon, sex came in, had nothin' to offer to her
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| She want diamonds
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| Yeah, the streets want violence
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| Gotta be another clean way about it
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| She want diamonds
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| Yeah, the streets want violence
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| Gotta be another clean way about it
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| Eye that I seem to aim for
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| Stop this bitch, let that thing blow
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| And I’ll forever be here if they ain’t know
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| Nah, for real though, nigga, when I’m in the grave, they still gon' play my song
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| I’ll be somewhere wishin' my sons head on
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| Make lil' shorty fuck me, then feel used, I ain’t tried to
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| Batman in these Robins, for some shoes, I’ll rob you
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| I turn up SRT, skrrt on these hoes like bye-bye do
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| I ain’t gotta decide for me to be right here on side you
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| She want diamonds
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| Yeah, the streets want violence
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| Gotta be another clean way about it
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| She want diamonds
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| Yeah, the streets want violence
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| Gotta be another clean way about it |