| Bullet holes in my top right now
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| I’mma keep going but I know that they
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| Want me to stop right now
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| But, I got a family to feed
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| So I’m just tryna get the gwop right now
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| And, I got something in the car
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| So I ain’t really tryna stop right now
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| Bullet holes in my top right now
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| I’mma keep going but I know that they
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| Want me to stop right now
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| But, I got a family to feed
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| So I’m just tryna get the gwop right now
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| And, I got something in the car
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| So I ain’t really tryna stop right now
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| Carl Lucas when I’m in the yard
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| Land in the rave and I swipe my card
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| Man get powered up when I land at the bar
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| Cuh' I’m buying bare shots like I’m strapped for the war
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| I was like 6 years old spraying bars
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| Now I’m 22 and I still spray bars
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| School dons who used to joke and laugh
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| Now when they ask for guest list, it’s like nah
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| Dropped out of education, that’s long
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| Gran was vexed at man that’s like rah
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| I said «watch, I’m due to go far»
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| But my mumsy knew her son was that star
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| Ex girls thought I was a mess
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| I don’t have to explain that bar
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| Now they see me on stage like rah
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| Like rah, I swear that that’s Che, like rah
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| Don’t ask what my name is
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| Don’t ask if I think I’m famous
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| Don’t give your friends your phone
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| If I say no I’ll smash your phone and then break his
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| Send shots if you wanna go under
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| Spin a vet MC or a younger
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| I got bruddas who are cannons with the hunger
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| That will cut you quicker than a fishmonger
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| Bullet holes in my top right now
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| I’mma keep going but I know that they
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| Want me to stop right now
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| But, I got a family to feed
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| So I’m just tryna get the gwop right now
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| And, I got something in the car
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| So I ain’t really tryna stop right now
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| I need a Jessica Jones
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| A girl that can hold man down
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| Keeping one hand on the throne
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| All these girls, they just wanna play man
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| They just wanna stunt in my bones
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| A girl that I can call mine
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| A girl that ain’t cool with them hoes
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| I rose from the earth like a rose
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| Defend my team like D Rose
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| Watch my team in front rows
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| Dip through the waves like man rows
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| Apply the pressure, man know
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| There ain’t a part of 10 you can go
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| Get your face peeled off like a mango
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| You can’t squash the beef like Tango
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| No, no, no, no
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| Man change quick when the Ps come
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| Don’t mix bros with the bread
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| Give bread to the bros
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| And make sure that your family’s fed
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| Man tryna send shots, that’s pointless
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| Cause I’m Luke Cage to the bullets and the bullshit
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| I was hitting 8 balls, something like a pool tip
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| Man see the devil, I’mma hit him with the full clip
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| Bullet holes in my top right now
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| I’mma keep going but I know that they
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| Want me to stop right now
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| But, I got a family to feed
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| So I’m just tryna get the gwop right now
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| And, I got something in the car
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| So I ain’t really tryna stop right now
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
|
| I got my hoody down over my face
|
| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage
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| You ain’t getting in bread, that’s rage
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| I’m a headline act on the stage
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| I got my hoody down over my face
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| And you can’t send shots like a man’s Luke Cage |