I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up
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Or change language and subject change up
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Her boy's a long way from red dolls and green rangers
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Things ain't been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous
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I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water
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You don't think I felt ya hand on my head yelling "call his father"
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But people don't hear ghosts
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So how they gon' blame me
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Money saved me
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So I'm a do the same thing
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You droppin pounds, gettin small on some sick shit
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Like how you got the drive but don't know how to use a stick shift
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You better not miss this
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Over dose, dope and mixes
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Let ya throat close
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With a boatload of dope quotes within it
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Dropping tapes 'til I losted count
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Coughing out blood
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Dropping weight
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Like I lost an ounce
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Throwing words and tossing nouns
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NY traveling I'm Boston bound
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Bossing 'round homies
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And talking down to shorties while I'm jotting down
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Notes to spit to Harlem crowns
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Surfing through the Harlem crowds
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At the crib I'm falling down
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Yeah, I'm steady crawling 'round
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I'm calling out to God
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Your little angels falling down
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Save me from my darkened cloud
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Reach your hands and arms around
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Long Time
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| Chance The Rapper |
