| [Intro]
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| The more that I want, the more that I grind
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| The more that I shine, the more that I stride
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| The more that I stunt, the more that I cheat
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| The more that she leaves, the more that she cry
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| The harder to trust, the more that I lie
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| The more that she die, the more I realize
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| The more that I, the more that I (Yeah, yeah)
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| [Verse 1]
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| The more that I try, the more that I want
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| More that I grind, the more that I shine
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| The more that I stride, the more that I stunt
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| The more that I cheat, the more that she leave
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| The more that she cry, the harder to trust
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| The more that I lie, the more that she dies
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| The more I realize I'm harder to love
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| I’m harder to, I'm harder to teach
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| My heart is a beat and I am the drum
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| I'm harder to keep, but harder to sleep
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| I’m scared of the dark, I'm not gonna run
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| I'm harder to break, but harder to make
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| You get in my way, I'm drawing my gun
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| I'm not gonna play, I'm not for the games
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| I'm not gonna change, put that on my son
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| Put that on my mom, put that on my sis
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| Put that on my bitch and all of my hoes
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| Put that on my team, put that on my G's
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| I say what I mean, you already know
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| Put that on my city, put that on my Bentley
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| I got me a Bimmer, I wanted a Rolls
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| Sip on some Henny and ride with the semi
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| All my niggas with me, I’m calling a toast (Blah, blah, blah)
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| Callin’ the plug, you callin' the cops
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| I call you a snitch, you holdin’ a grudge
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| You callin' the judge, you say you a thug
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| I call you a bitch, I call you a ho
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| Don't call me your bro, don't call me no more, I call you a trick
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| I’m tired of the hate, I'm tired of the snakes
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| I'm tired of your face, you all on my dick
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| I wanted the fame, I wanted the name
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| I wanted a break, I wanted the love
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| I wanted the cake, I wanna be great
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| I wanted to change and all the above
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| You want me to fall, you want me to crawl
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| You want me to stall, they want me on drugs
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| You want me to fail, they want me in jail
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| They wantin' my soul, they wantin' my blood
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| I'm out for revenge, I'm out for the ends
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| I'm out for respect, I'm out for the crown
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| I'm out for the reign, they startin' to aim
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| I hopped in a plane, I'm not going down
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| I'm dodging the flames, they callin' my name
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| I wanna be saved but I don't know how
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| I thought it was safe, but I got a plan
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| Let's load up the chopper and ride it around, woo
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| [Chorus]
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| I roll up on 'em while he sleep (Hey), you gon' see
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| It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, bah), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see
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| Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see
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| Roll up on 'em while he sleep (Doo), catch a nigga slippin'
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| I might hit him with the (Bah, bah-bah, bah-bah), they gon' miss him
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| 'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see
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| [Verse 2]
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| Give me a pen
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| I don't even drink, but fuck it, I need some Henny and gin
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| Plenty of sins
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| I broke my bitch's heart, she'll never forgive me again
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| Where have you been?
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| I had to go find myself, I killed and buried my friends
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| I never could swim
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| I used to push some weight with niggas who been in the gym
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| Come step in my Timbs
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| You could not walk my path
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| I never caught no cabs, I had to walk
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| Niggas was lost and sad, I never would call my dad
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| Fuck that nigga
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| I was depressed as fuck, mentally torn in half
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| Feelin' stuck
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| When it was hard to laugh, the music was all I had
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| Wish I could be out
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| I never got any clout, what's all the plottin' about?
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| They drownin' me out
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| Everyone countin' me out, nobody try to reach out
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| You proud of me now?
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| Niggas'll flip the script, I cannot live to quit
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| I don't wanna chill, I don't wanna get no flicks
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| Don't wanna rekindle shit
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| It's N-O-T, don't you flex on me
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| I do not get no sleep
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| I'm barely up, hope you ante up
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| Word to M.O.P., you don't know me
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| I need my revenge, it ain't no more peace
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| I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War III, woah
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| [Chorus]
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| I roll up on 'em while he sleep (Hey), you gon' see
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| It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, bah), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see
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| Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see |
| Roll up on 'em while he sleep (Doo), catch a nigga slippin'
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| I might hit him with the (Bah, bah-bah, bah-bah), they gon' miss him
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| 'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see
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| [Verse 3]
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| The older the berry, the sweeter the juice
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| Knew I could do it, I needed the proof
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| In order to lose, I needed to win
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| In order to win, I needed to choose
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| I needed to fall, I needed to move
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| I couldn't be safe, I couldn't be you
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| I'm coming for everything they said I couldn't
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| Including your plate and all of your food
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| I don't wanna do no E
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| Don't wanna drink, I don't wanna do no lean
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| I don't wanna move no keys
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| How you like me now? |
| I'm too OG
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| I feel like Kool Moe Dee
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| Ain't gon' be no slatt, my whole team'll crack
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| I seen 'em flat, never seen no snacks, they left me the scraps
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| I Deebo'd that
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| Think I'm cursed again, went to church to sin
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| I did a lot
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| Mama quit her job, she won't work again
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| I been on top
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| Got a mental block and it hurts, but then I bid and shop
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| And my bitch is fly, she a perfect ten
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| That's M-O-B, don't you flex on me, I do not get no sleep
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| I'm problematic and I gotta have it, word to Ed OG
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| You don't know me, I need my revenge, no more peace
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| I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War III
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| [Chorus]
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| I roll up on 'em while he sleep (Hey), you gon' see
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| It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, bah), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see
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| Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see
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| Roll up on 'em while he sleep (Doo), catch a nigga slippin'
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| I might hit him with the (Bah, bah-bah, bah-bah), they gon' miss him
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| 'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see
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| Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see |