Ft. Jay Rock
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[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
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Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul
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Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
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Play the game to win, get the money and the cars
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Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss
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In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche
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One for sitting hard, knockin¡¯ pictures off the wall
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Bitch I¡¯m out here doggin¡¯, and I got ¡®em droppin¡¯ charge
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Used to push the great white like I was swimmin¡¯ with the sharks
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I was dead broke, tell ¡®em presidents they resurrected
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And my dead pockets they was lifeless ¡¯til I sold them records
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I¡¯m in the magazine posing with my nigga
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Double XL wide sell on a nigga
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I¡¯m so high, I could bring hell on a nigga
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Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga
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Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga
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Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger
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[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
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Play this in your car, give ¡®em sour face
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Play this, play this in the club, give ¡®em sour face
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Nigga, when they hear it, that¡¯s that sour face
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Nigga lookin¡¯ at me crazy, that¡¯s that sour face
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Ring the alarm, Comme des Garcons
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Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
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Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
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Places that I¡¯m stayin¡¯ got more whites than all my laundry
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Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out
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Summer spent in places most my people never know about
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Gettin¡¯ mama new house, for now I¡¯m fuckin¡¯ wearin¡¯ it
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Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American
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Bless the chick I¡¯m marryin¡¯, keep the whole estate intact
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Bless the son I didn¡¯t have, sprayed ¡®em on her lower back
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Focus on them roaches, I ain¡¯t never goin¡¯ back
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Wine is so precocious, sippin¡¯ on somebody¡¯s yacht
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Real money¡¯s never seen, whole thing classic
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Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
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Back when I would still sweat five Gs
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Back when I was hookin¡¯ up with Ali Brie?stunt!
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Yeah, it¡¯s East Side forever, bitch
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Hate mail comin¡¯ from these niggas who was never rich
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Or never poor, or never fly
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Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide
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Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through
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Man, that¡¯s fam, Steve, Swank, that¡¯s the whole crew
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Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett
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Camp was last year but I ain¡¯t ever have to rough it
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Lookin¡¯ fresh from the McFlys up
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You don¡¯t know about ¡®em, better wise up
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Busy with them rollers, I don¡¯t carry mine
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(Busy with them rollers, I don¡¯t carry mine)
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Sour Faces
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| Childish Gambino |
