You are not ready
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I know
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I gave him one hells
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You want to learn the way to win
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But never to accept the way to lose
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To accept defeat
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To learn to die is to be liberated from it
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So when tomorrow comes
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You must free your ambitious mind
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And learn the art of dying
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Wuddup dog?
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Ever feel like you drowning
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Here I go
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Oh
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Floatin down
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I ain¡¯t see you though
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Nah
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Bogus
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It¡¯s that art of dying
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Let¡¯s
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(Play this record as frequently as possible)
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That nigga cinematic
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The skip beat this album
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Wuddup cinematic?
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Kev-O
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Magic world
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Bogus
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Walk through my 6 pointed life
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Walkin off of vicodin songs, that means I¡¯m liking this
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Take a couple rounds to the coach, now I can ride again
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Let me see the whip on the floor, OG I¡¯m lightin baby
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Takin wax bath, still I¡¯m certified, high as shit
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Dough that I¡¯m supplyin, keep many ballers admiring
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Forever be alive to any suckers who trying it
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Wiser than my lies, despising these phony guys
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The side of me I survived, face the martians while I¡¯m alive
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Ain¡¯t your business why, GOD, stay on my side
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Though I¡¯m getting high, living real until I die
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In my sin this life, no regrets, I get it right before they have my lights
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Changed man, could sacrifice
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So I never quit, fuck you bitch
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I hold my strife and I don¡¯t loom with it
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Who gives a shit? Let¡¯s die tonight
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Yea the morning might, go for my song
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Well I get snyke
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Start if you want, bad the part of me you go to Christ
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Summer on to summer I¡¯m a gunna
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I¡¯m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna
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It¡¯s money over bitches, G I¡¯m always on the come up
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You niggas hatin on me, I¡¯m a motherfuckin stunna stunna
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Summer on to summer I¡¯m a gunna
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I¡¯m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna
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It¡¯s money over bitches, G I¡¯m always on the come up
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You niggas hatin on me, I¡¯m a motherfuckin stunna stunna
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Lately I go crazy and my lady ain¡¯t gon save me
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And neither all my babies, euthanasia for me baby
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These niggas ain¡¯t gon break me, these niggas ain¡¯t gon break me
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Swear to God if you hatin pussy, you would never break me
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I feel back to the same me, I¡¯ve been heathing niggas lately
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But I spray yall with the K back til you lay down I¡¯mma shake it
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I can say I¡¯m in the dark cuz I was there when niggas blazin
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I shot everything, black to Caucasian, I¡¯m not a racist
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I stare in babies¡¯ faces puff they mama til she take me
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She givin me the pussy but I fuck it like I take it
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Nigga facin a problem, I¡¯m waitin patient for all you who give a fuck about stripes
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When dead is what they call you, bitch stuntin they sayin
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I¡¯m settin sacrifice on you
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Racing to be the greatest, I pray to God but won¡¯t call you girl
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Catch me in the mall with my pistol, I¡¯m ballin on you worse than the fool
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Even more realest, that was the motto model
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Summer on to summer I¡¯m a gunna
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I¡¯m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna
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It¡¯s money over bitches, G I¡¯m always on the come up
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You niggas hatin on me, I¡¯m a motherfuckin stunna stunna
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Summer on to summer I¡¯m a gunna
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I¡¯m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna
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It¡¯s money over bitches, G I¡¯m always on the come up
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You niggas hatin on me, I¡¯m a motherfuckin stunna stunna
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Look alive bitch
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Phony ass niggas, you thought I was out this bitch
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I¡¯m right back in it
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Pussy, 2 feet in the motherfuckin dope
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Cop up, Bogus
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Nigga, who wanna come down with me?
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Hah
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Different nature
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Scoo!
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Stunna
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