(Hook)
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Pariah pariah
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We be coming for your ground nigga
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Pariah pariah
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So you better sit down nigga
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Pariah pariah
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If you tryin to act hard nigga
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Pariah pariah
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She gon' lay your ass down nigga
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(Verse)
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All about my money if you try to touch my paper
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Better sit your ass down before I make you meet your maker
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No mistaking leave them shaking , there ain't rules ain't gonna break them
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Got some niggas in the hood that got that heat like bacon
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Haters waiting like a past conversation
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They see me fall but I rise above the rim
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Don't wait I ball taking off, like an astronaut
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When the block gets hot can't trust a cop
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Too much real niggas locked, some got real good judge
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That's why some stay weated up,and some be shooting slugs
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We all know the system's fucked
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When it's not enough to feed your son
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Then they wonder why we taking stuff
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Freedom or free doom
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Either way we lose, lucky if you make it till 22
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'Cause envious dudes gotta show up fuse
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And y'all get clapped if you tryin to use kung fu
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Make sure you eternally snooze, the game's got new rules
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You're screwed 'cause nowadays niggas using tools
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There's no more looking cool when your body's split in 2
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(Hook) x2
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Pariah pariah
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We be coming for your ground nigga
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Pariah pariah
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So you better sit down nigga
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Pariah pariah
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If you tryin to act hard nigga
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Pariah pariah
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She gon' lay your ass down nigga
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(Verse)
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Go and sit down boy
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A hundred round rounds boy
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UAV been deployed, working but I'm unemployed
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Working with your son and joy
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I put that on my mama
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Go and check the thermometer
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Body 'em
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Loose noose that hanging around
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Bitch that can seek I be standing my ground
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Standing my ground
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Running that ran and random my mail go check the account
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Bad bitch stuck to me no siamese
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Sick like lime disease, think I need a finder's fee
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Behind the lead, I trip who's first plays honestly
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I peep on thursdays probably
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It's rapper worst case robbery
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Our body beats lay down in sheets
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And call the coroners, passport photo clean
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Looking like a foreigner
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VIP with auto doors, me I lean like I'm on syrup
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Cooking up that pancake mix that angel mama got me stirred
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Rope chain music, I'm an 1982
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And now I'm breezing like Lou 'cause the money made me do it
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(Hook) x2
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Pariah pariah
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We be coming for your ground nigga
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Pariah pariah
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So you better sit down nigga
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Pariah pariah
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If you tryin to act hard nigga
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Pariah pariah
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She gon' lay your ass down nigga
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Sit Down
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