[Verse 1: SK Laflare]
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Baby girl, what you want to do?
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Hop in this 'Cedes girl
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She like where we going to
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A new life, new world
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Pop that molly, we hard-body
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Glocks hot as Kemosabe
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He said that he wanted beef
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So we fed him hollows and got it popping
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Fear and ego is the enemy
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You ain't got to pretend with me.
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I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep
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And take the bull, skin it to the meat
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You full of shit, we in too deep
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I do this, she knew the deet
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Like two feet, Flare two time
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She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
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Brought you in, I'll take you out
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Ball like Tim then I weighed it out
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It's no work, we sling through droughts
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The life of me, I'm just hanging out
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Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch
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I don't wanna see your ass laying down
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Pop that pussy, twerk some
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Cause most of these bitches work for nothing
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Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full
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I can't wait to win, you wait to lose
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Your mind of a failure, hate rules
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When you settle for what you hate to do
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I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras
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Extended clips shoot through your necklace
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Leave you breathless, that tec is restless
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Cause All My Children need the best, bitch
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I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny
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I seen the light, and you blocked it from me
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But I found my way to the top, I'm coming
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Cause I smack that bass like a rockstar drummer
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
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I'm a problem to niggas
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Pop artillery, the carbonates with him
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Starving to hit 'em, spar with a nigga
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Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all in a minute
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It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat
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New bitch, whip with the system slaps
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Mister slide in and skimp the sack
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Nigga hit the function with a pick and ax
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My nigga miss me with the bullshit
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Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt
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Why that shit got a young nigga Velcro stuck
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Why your bitch go down when the cess go up
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Hard as arm services, y'all might have heard of him
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Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up
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Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers
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Not with the grain and these bitch niggas' wishes
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Dealt with addiction, fell for the bitch with the
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Pale butter skin who just packed up and dipped
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In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips
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In a stack and a grin, fuck 'em
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
