| I’m gon' take my time
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| Already living too fast, I don’t need to speed up
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| At the rate I’m traveling now, I’ma end up with Jesus
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| I think I’m losing my mind
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| It’s an everyday struggle for me, to try to maintain
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| I just the want the money, motherfuck the fame
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| Bitch what you mean, you ain’t calling me no mo'
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| I thought I already got rid of your ass, a week ago
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| When you did what you did, from that moment I didn’t care
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| That’s why I was like, I don’t want no company stay over there
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| You prolly think cause you got the pussy, you rule me
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| Up under that pussy you ain’t nothing but another no good niggga bitch,
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| you can’t fool me
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| Too many years, I done paid the price
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| You must be smoking, if you think I’ma make you my wife
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| Even though I’m a rapper, feel like I’m still on the block
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| Everyday I damn near shoot somebody, everyday I damn near get shot
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| Dealing with fake ass bitches, and fake ass niggas
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| You know the ones, that wanna make my cash they cash nigga
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| I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about me
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| Even though I know your life is meaningless, without me
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| You can choke on a meaty dick, with my cum coming from it
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| My love is for who I see in the mirror, bitch I promise
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| Look I’m six million sold, with ten million ring tones
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| You wanna live like me, well first we gotta switch homes
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| Cause I keep bread like Michael Vick, way before the dogs
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| Me and Ro, blowing purple haze clouds huh
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| I won’t stop, until I get that Grammy on my shelf
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| Why should I pay you, when I can do it by myself
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| The block like the way I put it down for the streets
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| I been a fly boy, way before I had the piece
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| The F-N on my lap, as I breeze by
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| You can’t compare Southwest, to a G-5
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| These rappers hate it, cause we made it out the hood right
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| I got some head, so that’s what I call a good flight
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| DJ’s, always playing that dance shit
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| But meanwhile, I be on some Paris France shit
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| So listen up, cause I’ma say this for the last time
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| This music shit, will make you lose your mind damn
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| I think I wanna pancake, but I’m not talking about a breakfast plate
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| I’m tal’n bout three wheel motion, one of my wheels just hanging in the air
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| let’s get that straight
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| Flipperacci got on a Johnny watch, Z-Ro got on a Johnny watch
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| You fellas broke, me and Flip don’t see none of y’all at Johnny’s spots
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| It’s Screwed Up Click, until it’s over with
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| I been here ever since the beginning, cause I’m a soldier bitch
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| You niggas act funny when I’m not on my money, when I’m on my money y’all kiss
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| my ass
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| Here’s to the future, leaving y’all fucked niggas in the past
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| For every critic that hate it, god damn we made it
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| Cause when it come to the S.U.C., homeboy we the greatest
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| You can’t divide us up, I got the Midas touch
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| That mean, everything I touch reach platinum plus
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| I smoked weed with Snoop, I drunk Cris' with Jay
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| My idols were UGK, we still chopping blades
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| And everytime somebody die, they wanna blame it on lean
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| But we’ll probably lose our mind, if we went a day clean man |