I'm a political refugee
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That's how the f-ck I felt
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Birds for the summer
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Hummers for the runners
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Candy on the paint
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9 for the thunder
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Throw a couple hundreds
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Fishing on a fishtail
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With big money, cash money oilwell
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High roller, shot caller, big boss
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Original, real nigga from the start
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Head huntin', price on a nigga tab
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Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking male
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Say I'm better than beethoven
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To the beat that I rap over
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Stay outta that medicine cabinet
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Yeah, that's what they told me
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Giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
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And know a nigga act better than a.45 caliber pistol when they loading
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They penalize us, tryna slow us down
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They constantly f-cking us up
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That's why we're buck wild
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Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
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When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
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How the f-ck you gon' watch my house
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But don't wanna live on my street
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The ape man told tarzan "how the f-ck you better than me?"
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Rap I run that rock, and got a jump shot
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Who we got? wife, up in that white house
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I took a look and didn't sell out
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I was in the? and didn't bail out
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Hoping the, didn't fail out
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Back to the top from the jail house
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Lace 'em up, tie ya shoe
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Catch a cut, know what pressure do
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Who out c'here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that
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I'm bout to drop that?, where my pamper at?
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Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back
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I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left where I was at
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You dun made that f-cking bed
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You dun built this f-cking house
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? yeah nigga what the hell
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Talking baby business, yeah
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Don't be f-cking with me
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Cause you wont get off easy
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I feel just like drew brees
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When they kick off football season
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How I cut the ref, you can't stop from bleeding
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Rappers betta leave me 'lone
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If they gon' keep on breathing
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Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on eating
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And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on squeezing
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You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
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You better keep on trucking
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Aint nobody betta? this evening
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Uh, aint it crazy how shit be
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That's why I flush it
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I got the tommy gun with the drum
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That's percussion
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I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
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I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
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I pistol whip you pussies, knock her out robitussin
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Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion
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Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a russian
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Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a thrasher
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We kissed, I lit her ass up than I ashed her
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No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
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Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
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My mary in a jar
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I'm food, I let the haters add a little salt
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That's cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
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And all the bitches I've f-cked, and all my niggas that died
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Tunechi
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Original
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| Mystikal |
