| Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
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| He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
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| Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
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| You know why he got dressed
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| Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| And put the low for your head (Go)
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| Put the low for your head
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| Niggas be killin' baby daddies, then worried about the kids
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| Is she really with the shit? |
| Is she really all in her feel, yeah?
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| Yesterday she had to kill some
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| Today she gotta heal some
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| Leave his head on the by the hillstones
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| Word is,, it’s on billboard
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| This the shit, I’m here for
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| The feds got your name on a clipboard
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| I didn’t cry tears for it
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| Only surround myself with people I’d do a hunnid years for, uh
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| It’s no limit
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| She’s 'bout it, 'bout it
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| She got skeletons in her closet
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| No more fallin' out with niggas, just drop 'em
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| She got, don’t need to sponsor
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| Humble beast, turned me to a monster
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| Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
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| He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
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| Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
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| You know why he got dressed
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| Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| And put the low for your head (Go)
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| Put the low for your head
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| Niggas got on the edge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Please don’t shoot at no legs
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| a couple niggas fed
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| In my city breakin' bread
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| Put the Eastside on
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| Back when I had my Levi’s on
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| Bitches ungrateful when they know that they wrong
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| If I ain’t turned my city up, they would’ve my
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| Y’all be bitin' your tongue, they be bitin' my style
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| Bitch stop playin' 'fore we knock you down
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| Playin' with my name is like playin' with the government,
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| And I ain’t never leave my niggas sufferin'
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| Do you know what I’m up against?
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| I’m movin' like I’m Ghost out here
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| Got a lot of power that, I ain’t even know I had
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| Bag a bitch while she takin' in her groceries bag
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| I’m smokin' good, knowin' that the smoke is bad
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| Have you ever lost your mind, and lost your head?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury a friend?
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| Have you ever ever had to bury your man, yeah?
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| He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
|
| Used to rock a little taper, know he got dressed (Woah, yeah)
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| You know why he got dressed
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| Ain’t givin' up no passes, tell my shooter «Go ahead»
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| And put the low for your head (Go)
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| «Go ahead» (Go)
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| Put the low for your head |