| It’s Vade on the keys
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| Ride around, 'round, ooh-woah
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| Oh, slime
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| Every jawn, nigga, oh
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| Shit, I just woke up about two hours ago
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| Let’s go
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| Suited Panamera when I roll
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| Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
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| Don’t know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
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| No longer push pain out, I’m gon' go harder with it in
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| Singin' that, fuck that love shit, bitch, been long gone, baby
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| I got trust issues, plus these drugs won’t let me hold on, baby
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| I be wantin' to leave it all, but did too much to fuckin' make it
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| The ones I love, I cut 'em off, 'cause it’s too much and I can’t take it
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| I don’t do no talkin' on it, either side
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| Them Xans what got this look stuck up in my eyes
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| It numb my pain, never left, it only rise
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| At the end, not only that your soul left, your name dies
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| Hate what you believe, you do that shit 'cause I won’t leave
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| I spend the money to make emotions ease, bitch, now let me breathe
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| Known to draw down, we never freeze
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| Searchin' for love, it sure is deceiving
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| I still have no one on side of me
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| But when you see me, I be flexed up, nigga
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| Suited Panamera when I roll
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| Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
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| Don’t know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
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| No longer push pain out, I’m gon' go harder with it in
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| My bros, yeah
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| I swear lil' Leaky, I miss you, nigga, yeah
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
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| Shootouts with the other side, it got confidential
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| Many wouldn’t even have me 'round if I wasn’t beneficial
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| I’ma always take my brother’s side while hangin' out that window
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| 50K, I spend it on some VV’s, you can ask the dental
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| It’s okay, I watched lil' Leaky serve up out them rentals
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| Suburbans on the highway, no, we don’t do the Sprinters
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| And I stay street life grindin' 'cause I ain’t really have a pot to piss in
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| A little street life shawty chasin' blue cheese 'cause he Crippin'
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| I feel like G life forever and always, yeah, I’m Crippin'
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| I’m in a street life, that’s what all of my niggas been Crippin'
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| I’m all in love and lust, I showed you, I guess I got interference
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| She paint a picture perfect, two double cups help me get the image
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| Suited Panamera when I roll
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| Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
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| Don’t know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
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| No longer push pain out, I’m gon' go harder with it in |