(Hook x2)
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Catch me in the street
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Blowin' clouds of the killer
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Your people are fake
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But my people are realer
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(Verse 1)
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Just woke up and hit the bong
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Tell them that my niggas on
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Flippin' words like birds
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Gettin' money that niggas never heard of
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And we chillin' nigga
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Smokin' on that killer, nigga
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Got a bad bitch with a swollen ass
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Who like to ride this dick, nigga
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Stress ain't shit to a premature don
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Michael Corleone, what¡¯s the woklies on
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So smooth, like a baby's epidermis
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Got that heat, nigga, pass the Thermos
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Y'all tryin' to box me in
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But you cannot win
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That is sin, this God's plan
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I still plan to change your tone
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Like a spray tan
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Or a Ray-Ban
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Niggas insane in the membrane
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Flow like hot flame, propane
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I'm in so low, kill your campaign
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Your camp told me to stop, mane
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But I only stop to let the fucking beat drop
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Bake a crack verse, get the world off of Detox
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Young don dodda, name who's hotter
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No blue collar, one green dollar
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And I need that yen for the rubies and the doobies
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For the cuties in Jacuzzis
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Who meet Uzis if the uze me
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I ain't givin' shit to a ho
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Sank good pipe in Cabo
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Cool ass nigga from the QU borough
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Born in the gutter, raised in the jungle
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Home of the concrete comeback
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Niggas don't know come back soon
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I'mma change that
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Tell 'em where my brain's at
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(Hook x2)
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Catch me in the street
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Blowin' clouds of the killer
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Your people are fake
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But my people are realer
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(Verse 2)
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Catch me in the streets countin' change with a dime piece
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I open up that zip and then she's rollin' rellos for me
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Homie, I swear that y'all don't know me
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I give my left hand daps
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Cause y'all are lame and y'all are phony
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Thought that we was cool
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'Til you turn 'round and tried to clone me
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Now it's dial tones when you pick up and try to phone me
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Phony, I'm from a place where the sun don't shine
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Where red dot means matched red and black nines
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Cops still watch but never give time
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Niggas pull Glocks and commit real crimes
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But I stay chill and I stay cool
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And hangin' out like swingin' noose
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Hip-hop hop give you the deuces
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Weed give me peace just like a Buddhist
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Burnin' by myself in a room secluded
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Bud too loud, the world is muted
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In the tree, my flow is rooted
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This is pure, y'all songs diluted
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Oh, I change my flow
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I leave you blind
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Like a window's closed
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You'll see all black like a minstrel show
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There is no hope, just like Jim Crow
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And I'm gone on the beat
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On the beat
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I'm gone on the beat
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Y'all niggas weak
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(Hook x2)
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Catch me in the street
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Blowin' clouds of the killer
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Your people are fake
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But my people are realer
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Clouds Of The Killa
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| Bryant Dope |
