| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, the deeper the thought, the deeper the thought, the-, uh |
| Ayy, the deeper the thought, the deeper the thought, the better |
| If we run it back, then it was just that real |
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| I make a bitch change on-, ayy |
| I make a bitch change on everybody |
| How you lock eyes with a nigga and you dead wrong |
| They gon' write "Main Slime" on your head stone |
| I just felt like God in a BP in the red zone |
| Force field, Lamb' truck from the ten speed |
| Mixed feelings hangin' with the snakes, nobody bit me |
| Ayy, switch lanes, ayy |
| Sometimes you gotta live and learn |
| Ayy, ayy, and that Xanax like a force field |
| With powerful attorneys, the mafia in office, we goin' rose door coffin |
| Can't feel my face, contraband state to state |
| You be in them people business, they'll find you in a lake |
| You be tender with them bitches, niggas leave you out the business |
| If you sweet you get ate, they can see it in your face |
| I'm a long way from home but I address it 'cause I'm an ape |
| I'm the same without a gun, but we'd never see the day |
| I'm the same without the paper, we'd never see the day |
| Can't feel my face, contraband state to- |
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| Ayy, the deeper the thought, the deeper the thought, the better, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, the deeper the thought, the deeper the thought, the better |
| If we run it back, then it was just that real |
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