| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Pewm
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| Yeah, uh, bitch, you know who it is
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| Heart froze like the snow in the 6
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| Bitch, I’m cold with this shit, yeah
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| Rack in this bitch, you could tell I blew a sack in this bitch
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| I smell like dank, bitch, your bitch favorite, I’m too smacked
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| Been tryna tell muhfuckas to move back
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| We been tryna tell muthafuckas that Lou crack
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| I don’t gotta tell muhfuckas, I proved that, yeah
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| Bitch, I’m paid, it’s West Brighton till I’m in my grave
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| Swear they copy every thing I say
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| It ain’t even my time, shit, I think I’m late
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| I’m dozing off while I hit my J
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| They tried to pimp my name but I know my worth
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| Every verse I did, every flow got murked
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| All these rappers unemployed, they get so out-worked
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| Free kush for anyone who want the smoke out first, yeah
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| It ain’t no accident, this ain’t coincidence
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| This just don’t happen bitch
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| I wasn’t eatin', ain’t shit in the cabinet
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| I had to get it, I ain’t lookin' back for shit, stay on the goal
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| Got like three bags and I stay on the road
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| Everyday I lose my J and my phone
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| I had to dip, couldn’t make it at home
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| And I faced it alone like a gram of haze
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| I ain’t been the same since the cameras came
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| You’d be surprised at how quick your man’ll change
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| I ain’t really in it for the camera fame
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| Y’all love that shit, I’m good off it
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| Y’all could keep it, yeah
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| All that shit is our secret, yes
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| Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yeah
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| Ayy, tweakin' yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yeah
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| I ain’t say that we even, yeah
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| I don’t even believe 'em, yeah
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| Ayy, tweakin', yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yes
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| Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Look, I just need dividends
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| All of these bad bitches, I’m such a pessimist
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| I cannot tell you how long I been in this shit
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| I hate this rap shit, man, I’m getting sick of it
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| I’m in all black, think it’s not good for my chakras or something
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| Besides that, I’m stuntin'
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| Everyday, someone’s my friend or my cousin or talk down on me
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| When I see 'em it’s nothing, that’s regular though (Pew)
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| I mean they probably mad gettin' regular dough (Pew)
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| I mean I’m probably in my bag, probably messed with this hoe
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| Everything about me cold, man, except for the flow
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| Boy, it’s hot like the stove
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| I was on the block tryna see the world and shit
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| From where they trappin' hard or they murder shit
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| West Brighton, all of the funeral services
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| Shit is called body town, that’s where they birthed the kid, yeah
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| Bitch, I’m cold, the kid ice cold
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| Young skate kid but a pimp-type though
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| With a pimp-type flow, I been psycho
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| I been Mike Jones, swisher smoked-out house
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| Got hoes down South
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| Back then, they ain’t want me, you could fall back now
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| I don’t call back now, I just ignore it
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| My new chick is foreign, y’all ain’t important
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| I’m probably too modest, been thinkin' about it
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| Been fuckin' up bread, think I need an accountant
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| And you do not know all the days I done counted
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| Waitin' for my time, think I just found it
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| Nah, fuck that, I know I did my flow over flow on shit
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| Move the whole island, that’s a wave that you can’t ride
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| I’m anti, the damn guy
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| Muhfuckas low-key but I’m damn high
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| Can’t stand for days
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| I ain’t been the same since the cameras came
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| You’d be surprised at how quick your man’ll change
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| I ain’t really in it for the camera fame
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| I’m good off it, y’all love that shit
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| Y’all could keep it yeah
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| All that shit is our secret, yes
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| Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yeah
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| Ayy, look, tweakin', yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yeah
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| I ain’t say that we even, yeah
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| I don’t even believe 'em, yeah
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| Ayy, tweakin', yeah
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| Momma say I be reekin', yes
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| Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah
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| Yeah, ayy |