| That ginger float in my cup
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| Proceed to roll me one up
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| Them hoes that can tell me nurn'
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| My kinfolk wild as they come
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| From out the shadows, they swarm
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| Some out the battlefield, uh
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| I close my eyes, see the future then I dig in the mud
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| I’m out here, really the plug
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| The cola fueling the Sun
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| The golden shepherd, the farm
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| Really gon' get me some
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| Got different taxes to some
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| I can’t be slacking on none
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| Girl, I’m just not anybody
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| Know you got plenty copies
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| Appetite kinda raunchy
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| But the truth turn me on
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| See if I let all my ghost out they can’t come back to haunt me
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| Back and forth out to Follies if that’s something you like
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| Or the coast to coast
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| Cuzzo hit me on tour, ask what the fuck I be on?
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| Still the straight in the narrow, like I’m mowing the lawn
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| Like I’m aiming an arrow, I put rest on my mind
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| Got no rest on my mom, got no rest on my uh
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| Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace
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| Pick it up
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| Pick up your face, pick up your face, pick up your face, pick up your face
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| Pick it up
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| Feel it today, feel it today, feel it today, feel it today, feel it today
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| Feel it up
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| Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away
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| Give it up
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| And I told him, I said
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| «You know what, to whom much is given, much is required»
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| So, you know we gettin' closer and it’s like, «Oh my God.»
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| And my legs are so fatigued
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| I cannot make it to the finish line
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| All you need is somebody to just tell you, «You're on the last leg of this.
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| Just push through it, push through it.»
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| Finish up. |
| Y’all ready for that second wind? |
| And guess what? |
| The universe got a
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| way of giving you that second wind. |
| And then you can, «Woosah»
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| Okay, now I know, what it take
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| To make the best of my situation
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| And, I admit, that for a minute
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| I, I couldn’t tell you what, what I was chasing
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| But still, it’s no excuses, though it’s no excuses
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| Known for spitting truth way before the booth
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| Don’t get comfortable just 'cause I fuck with you
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| I could cut you lose in like a month or two
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| But I don’t care what other people say
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| It don’t matter what you think
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| It’s important what you’re willing to know
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| Through all the struggles and the pain, I can peep the weather change
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| I’m absorbing light and starting to glow
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| What a day, what a day, pour the drank for the ones that we lost on the way
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| We was crazing the change just to hit JJ for the four dollar plate
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| Patience is buying me time, know that some weird shit is savor
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| Nobody cares what sense it makes if we all to get paid at the end of the day
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| Pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick up the pace
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| Pick it up
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| Pick up the phase, pick up the phase, pick up the phase, pick up the phase
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| Pick it up
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| Feel it today, feel it today, feel it today, feel it today, feel it today
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| Feel it up
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| Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away
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| Give it up
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| Aye where y’all boy from?
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| Albania
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| Oh that what’s up, that what’s up, that what’s up
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| This shit, this shit get wild out here
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| Y’all ever been to Atlanta?
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| Hm, no this is uh, first time
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| This shit real man
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| Aye yo why y’all nigga, why y’all nigga ain’t got no hoes
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| Y’all ain’t got no hoes
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| Aye fuck with your boy look, here go my mixtape
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| That why I do this shit so I can meet people
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| I don’t really know how to talk
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| So I do this, so I could meet people
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| You know what I’m saying, just give 'em my shit
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| Hopefully, you pass it on
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| If you don’t, you know what I’m saying
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| Use it for a coaster my nigga, you know what I’m saying
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| You still see me, that’s all I, you know what I’m saying
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| It is what it is, but look
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| I’m finna go in here right and see what’s up with this dog
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| I’m finna come right back, y’all boy good, you know what I’m saying
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| Just lock the door, but this my shit
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| So when you see me, unlock my shit nigga
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| I don’t wanna play, don’t want to have to beat one of y’all nigga ass boy
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| But y’all good though, y’all feelin' what I’m saying
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| Put the blunt in the ash tray, don’t smoke my shit
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| You can hit it, but don’t smoke all of it real talk
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| I don’t want to have to beat your ass
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| But look, I’m finna see what’s up with this dog
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| Y’all sure y’all don’t want a dog now?
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| Aight look though, welcome to Atlanta
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| Fuck ass nigga |