(Intro)
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(Verse)
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Grindmode, pill is cool, you know what we get into
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With sippy cup it¡¯s filling up, our pillage cutting livin room
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Discipline ? I spit it too
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Fuck for me my vision do
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But I¡¯m not the rocker, titties popped to make my feelings move
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True, I give a fuck about a interview
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If you don¡¯t get to know me and my music then I¡¯m wasting time
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They offer those basic rhymes, pooly tank connoisseurs
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But I¡¯m cutting carnivores, Jurassic Park dinosaurs
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Yea, I¡¯m on some damn with my niggas though
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16¡¯s gold rolled chains, call it Figaro
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Smoking haze, Hemi smooth, drinkin remy Venice blues
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Jordan retro shoes will she sittin in the nude
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Mammy get the wire say, fuck er over chade
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It¡¯s my way, she got a thing for danger like blazay
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Blazay which in fact is why I get to pack the 4
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College type to drop it low and powder her nose
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Her pussy cold
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(Interlude)
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(Verse)
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I swear too many niggas trippin
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This is in my beginning
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Movies lost with the villain, they hoppin I reach the ceiling
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Michael Myers, I¡¯m chillin
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Hang er, I¡¯m tryna leave
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Pictures around my sleeve, emotions you couldn¡¯t see
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I wanna buy me a gun, maybe I¡¯ll probably use it
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Probably shoot up a fan cuz I misinterpret their movements
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They correct me with usage, hunger deep I¡¯m the student
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Taught myself what¡¯s it like to be left out of the class
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Hold mine in the past, the streets know where I¡¯m at
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I can only be myself, I was leaving to get the cash
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Fonz poking a laugh, I spent it and made it back
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In that Cali warm weather but it¡¯s cold enough to crack
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Yea security, infamous I got my jewelry
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Musically I¡¯m out to take my hood from obscurity
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Welcome.
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Piraguas
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