| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| I’m gon' lose my mind Dear Lord
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| Cause Mama Dorothy can’t cry no more
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| Have mercy on my soul
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| For not having mercy on my foes
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| If success is a 10 foot wall, they give you a 5 foot ladder
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| Niggas wishing death on me, hoping I lose my bladder
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| Or my pockets on malnutrition but they keep getting fatter
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| That’s why they mad at me but actually, I never been no rapper
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| The fuck is a royalty check? |
| J gave a couple advances
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| But to pay bills I was taking penitentiary chances
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| He wanted to borrow money but I ain’t give it to him
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| So now he like, when we see Z-Ro, let’s run up on him and give it to him, shit
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| I wish a motherfucker would
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| Kidnap you, kill you, drop you off in the motherfucking woods
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| You talentless, I can’t help that I’m this motherfucking good
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| You regular weed to a kush smoker, not that motherfucking good
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| Fuck feeding these niggas fish, I’d rather show' em how to catch they own
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| And that’s when they get mad, where they at now? |
| I guess they gone
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| Hate that I’m here for a real reason
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| But no offence to no broke bitch, I’m on my seventeenth season
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| I’m gon' lose my mind Dear Lord
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| Cause Mama Dorothy can’t cry no more
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| Have mercy on my soul
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| For not having mercy on my foes
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| First off, fuck the world, when the shit gon' change?
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| Soutside where we ride, Hoover Crippin mane
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| Fucking right I’m a player but never touched your wife
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| Really tryna do you a favour, don’t fuck up your life
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| Got niggas watching me like they undercovers and spies
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| And I can tell which ones cause they can’t look me in my eyes
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| Wonder why you ain’t heard from them and they can’t be found
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| I betcha you can find 'em if you look in the ground
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| Bitch I know you, you rap about the shit you ain’t go through
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| Always telling people you did shit you saw Ro do
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| I’m a gangster, capital murder, that’s what I am
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| You’s a state jail felony, less than a gram
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| I’m gon' lose my mind Dear Lord
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| Cause Mama Dorothy can’t cry no more
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| Have mercy on my soul
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| For not having mercy on my foes
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| My brotha you on Facebook all the time liking brother fights
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| You a modern day slave, no fucks given about your brother’s life
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| You’d rather see us kill each other, won’t even stand up for your brother rights
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| Ole Ku Klux Klan ass with a tan ass nigga
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| Always beggin everybody for money when you ain’t got none
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| Be actin like you don’t know nobody when you got some
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| I don’t owe you nothing cuz you just came home
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| Like yo name be on the same check that my name on
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| Matter fact, I ain’t get shit from y’all when I came home
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| They be like «Ro, I ain’t no rapper tho, my change ain’t long»
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| I could save these niggas lives but they still would complain
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| «Appreciate ya, but what took so motherfuckin long mane?»
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| Then they wonder why my attitude is Fuck 'em all
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| If I’m real and y’all fake, that mean it ain’t nothing we can discuss at all
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| I didn’t hear about it I was right there when that man got down
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| Shouldn’t have been havin' so many conversations downtown
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| Women men
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| Women, women, women, women men
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| I’m gon' lose my mind Dear Lord
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| Cause Mama Dorothy can’t cry no more
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| Have mercy on my soul
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| For not having mercy on my foes |