[Intro]
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Mmm mmm yo yo YO!!
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Yo yo, yo yo yo yo
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Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up
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Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit
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Yo yo, yo, uh-huh
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Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat
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since I bought "1st Infantry" and shit, hehehe
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Yo yo yo yo
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[Chorus]
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What's a real nigga addiction?
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Money weed and bitches
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Hangin with snitches
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Shit it wasn't my intention
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[ScHoolboy Q]
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I didn't know; I knew him for years
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Who would think his gums were soft
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To all my niggaz I would die for
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Load my pistol up go out and war for
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Spend my last you keep yo' half we all poor
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No way to go I'll walk you through my front door
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My ninjas do the same
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See when we was younger you was my mane, nigga
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I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand
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Puttin my life up in yo' hands
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Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! For really though?
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We was just slingin oxy like a year ago
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You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe
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Cuz you hit my 'dro
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See my nigga youse a ho; remember them Cheerios? (Yeah)
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Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor
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I'm like fo' sho' (Donatello) catch you on the rebound
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You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down
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What goes around comes arizzound, the sky's up
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Inhale it slow, keep yo' mouth shut
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Bet he won't tell no mo'
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude #1]
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Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?)
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Fo' sho'
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude #2]
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Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)
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Awwwwww shit
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[ScHoolboy Q]
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Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
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Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock
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Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops?
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Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots
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Got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga
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You got your sentence reduced cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger
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And I was lookin out for you! (YOU!)
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Tried to show him just how we do
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Put all my shit aside and now I'm through
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Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real nigga get me
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Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley
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Fuck, my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty
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My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him
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but probably not' shit I ain't sweatin it
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Cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped
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Can't get over how we was, tough as leather
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Man we did everything together
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Fucked our first bitches earned, our first cheddar
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Robbed the first nigga was down, for whatever
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And I'll blast 'til forever if we had too
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But it's all cool
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[Chorus + Interlude #1 + Chorus + Interlude #2]
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[Outro]
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Started around the bottom
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Started around the bottom, ended up at the top [2X]
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Don't let these niggaz know your plots
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Wha-word, wha-word, word... Q!!
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My Homie
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| Schoolboy Q |
