[Black Cobain]
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Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking
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How you killing my highs I hope you built the coffin
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I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin
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Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from boston
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Respect is never given so I confiscate it
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Get acquainted with mine I get them aclamated
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Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
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Had to escape the life
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This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
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I'm trying to be like The Beatles,
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Give me some soul money, niggas is gassed up
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Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
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No snakes, royalty hating niggas don't get no p-ssy
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So it's more for me, she invited me in her mouth
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You know it's cordially we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
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All my niggas is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
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I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
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A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream
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and Wale told me fuck yall, so we fuck yall, we don't love yall
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Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
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The way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all
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[Wale]
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Dogging, Hard listen mean mugging
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For when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judges
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Dark side of town, baby mama blues,
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When drama ensues niggas Ndomakong Suh
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Old lyin' ass defensive ass boys
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Why you knock that bitch up if you can't tend it out boy
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I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental
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I'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil
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Got indelible colors, only look where they're buzzing
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I'm at Dallas with luggage fly straight to the money
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And you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovely
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So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something
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Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
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Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
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Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money
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Have that consistence drive long as your motor's running
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I used to heat up mama house by opening ovens
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Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
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That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but genius is back
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I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack
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Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap
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They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuck
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Now everywhere I go they be giving it up
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I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
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They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
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Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my nigga Ricky
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We always pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
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We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
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Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
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Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly
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This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
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Yeah, go and ask fifty
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They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
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Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling
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Who got the juice nigga ?
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juice nigga,
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juice nigga,
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work, work, work, work, work.
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4 A.M.
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| Wale |
