[Verse 1]
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I hope you pussy mother fuckers die
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Wish death upon they soul until they burning in a fire
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Illest motherfucker breathing, fuck your rhyme or your reason
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Fucking over your issues is killing a whole niggas season
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I made my way, way, I found my road, road
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Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho, eghck
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You ain¡¯t ever have shit local nigga
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Woo, how the fuck I own you local niggas
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I¡¯m a global nigga, sean¡¯s allizay shopper
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Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers
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Here was you when I was bleeding
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Disappointed and battling my demons
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Just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don¡¯t know me
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Euro designer palace, fuck my bitch on my Sony
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And I feel¡¦
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[Hook: Andrea Martin]
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And I feel like they want to take my life
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Be Careful what you say, be careful what you do
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Tell them what they want to hear, but staying from the truth
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And I feel like they want to take my life
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[Verse 2]
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It ain¡¯t enough that I struggle through my career
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Less appreciated than when I was part of a pair
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Pushed an envelope of truth like I was there
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Depiction and the depth was the proff that I was there
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It¡¯s no question in my origins
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Photo album full of Polaroid¡¯s they¡¯re still pointing in
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Couple million records sold, they say I¡¯m still poisoning
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Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in
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Brick by brick nigga, all you add is water in
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We ain¡¯t got to touch hands nigga, put your order in
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I just want to float through clouds with red seams on my towel
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No overly gaudy shit, just diamonds on the dials
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Woo, and I¡¯m still buying mo¡¯ guns
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Mo¡¯ money, mo¡¯ murder nigga, choose one
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[Hook]
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Take My Life
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| Pusha T |
