| Meanwhile my haters keep on talking down
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| But it’s okay
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| Keep my protection on me when I’m walking round
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Sometime I think I’m really bout to lose my mind
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| But I’ll never lose my faith
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| I’d rather be living but I’m running out of time
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| Why you niggas mad like I owe ya’ll something
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| Got it out the mud, I don’t owe ya’ll nothing
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| Tax free dollar, got a bankroll on me
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| I ain’t gotta hit the club just to show ya’ll stuntin'
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| With no sponsors or help, I did this shit all by myself
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| I just spent just like two thousand on belts
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| If you niggas ain’t right, then you niggas get left
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| If it ain’t about money don’t, talk about me, but just don’t talk down
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| On parole, still strapped when I walk round
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| 32 in this 40 nigga pipe down
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| Like 20 bands on me nigga right now
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| You don’t know me, but know I got lean on me
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| Just red in my cup, no green homie
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| when I shoot, got a beam on it
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| Niggas hating so much you can see it on 'em
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| You don’t like me, then suck my dick
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| And bitch when you get out don’t accept my shit
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| And I don’t even fuck with ya’ll niggas, ya’ll niggas ol' lying ass niggas,
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| everybody got bricks
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| And my name in your mouth, I must be the man in the South
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| shout
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| Drank something I don’t know about a drought
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| Fifty rounds, I’ll air ah nigga out
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| Keep my name out your mouth
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| Nigga
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| Meanwhile my haters keep on talking down
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| But it’s okay
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| Keep my protection on me when I’m walking round
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Sometime I think I’m really bout to lose my mind
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| But I’ll never lose my faith
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| I’d rather be living but I’m running out of time
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| It’s so hard to turn the other cheek, but I’m trying
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| I can’t trust none of you motherfuckers no mo', cuz all ya’ll motherfuckers be
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| lying
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| And I will never trust a bitch, baby
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| She don’t really fuck with me, she just be fucking with me cuz I’m rich
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| Gold digging ass hoe
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| I don’t like it like that, I just wanted some head bitch
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| Talk about me behind my back, in my face you say you never said shit
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| And I guess I’m wrong for calling bullshit, bullshit
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| But if I cursed so much, I would be speaking this from the bullpen
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| It’s okay
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| Meanwhile my haters keep on talking down
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| But it’s okay
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| Keep my protection on me when I’m walking round
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| Get the fuck out my face
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| Sometime I think I’m really bout to lose my mind
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| But I’ll never lose my faith
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| I’d rather be living but I’m running out of time |