Uh-ooooh
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Uh-ooooh
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Can I talk my shit again?
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Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again
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I had to do it
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Couldn't blame me
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I had to
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Y'all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
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One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
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Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
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Take away what we love we'd all be Joe Paterno
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Reporting live from the city where they gun tote
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Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke
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Y'all concerned with Drake and Common
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Me? I'm concerned with niggas havin' fake in common
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Though I'm leading I don't really know the path
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But the future can't be worse if you really know my past
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Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath
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But how could I expect third parties to know the half
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Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip
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Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick
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Err'body shouldn't grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
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Billy Cundiff couldn't handle the kick, shit
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They say I changed since stardom
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Can't share the same success, we ain't share the same problems
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So, got big just to show a¢æ?em what the gym does
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Nevermind shootin' they ain't show me where the gym was
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That's why I do a lot on spite
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So if you, look up to me you got a¢æ?em at the wrong height
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I mean, I'm not a role model, I'm a piece of shit
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A product of never being giving a piece of shit
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Breaking day got the grind of a trucker
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And my logic ain't designed to intertwine with you suckers
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Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers
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There'll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter
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Last night I had an epiphany
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It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy
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I see so many people looking for validity
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That's the wrong search if what's lost is dignity
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I certainly have grown since Mouse
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Chrome under the couch
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But I'll stomp his face to make it known what I'm about
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If he on what he spout
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Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain't foaming at the mouth! (get it?)
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Reminded when I vent
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Nigga God designed it, it's in the print
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Two memos for the spineless, ones repent
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Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga!
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No beef, no malice, not at all
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I got no vendetta for y'all
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I mean I only want better for myself
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Sometimes I even want better for y'all
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I swear, there's no love in hip hop
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Irony, not even on love and hip hop
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Spacious closets, Persian rugs
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Make sure I'm dressed at my best for the jerks that judge
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Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged
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So I let the door slam feelin' worse then I was
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She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust
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Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care
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Clear year, you need better resolution
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It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined
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You talking bout how, I'm talkin' about execution
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You talking bout now, I'm talkin' about evolution
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But better days gotta come
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I'm a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong!
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And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long!
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Slaughterhouse founder, can't derail a captain
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Ain't enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen
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Cause on both side of the coin you'll get fed shells
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In unison, hollow heads from red tails
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I don't wanna see your weapon
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To keep me from what I'm destined
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Some'll see that as a blessin'
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And my dudes swear they'll keep me happily from harm
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So I do the leg work they carry the arms
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Check it, shawty I had over Saturday
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Never act away, and squirt a¢æ?til she over saturate
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She go hard in the dark
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No chains, but see I'm getting' it, even when the cars in park, nigga!
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The hood is on some bullshit
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So it ain't weird to see a¢æ?em aiming at the pulpit
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Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins
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We used to a different type of communion
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But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor
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If he scared can't believe what he say a¢æ?bout the life after
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The stained glass is bullet proof
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Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth
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I done heard gospel from a sinner
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Told me to season my pride if that's dinner
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Said there's no human that walks without sin
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