(Verse 1: Chance The Rapper)
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Ten damn days
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And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage
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Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always
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Still gotta let em in, no practice
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Still gotta burner man, no lacking
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Still lotta Jams nigga, no Jackson
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No Jordan and we toe-tagging
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I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand
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And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance
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And the money ain't yours
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Now its just a red pill,
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Got a blue and a hand full of Advils
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I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me
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So Ima tell the buyer what Nitty told me
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(Hook 1) x2
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I got that Mmm Mmm
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I got that god damn
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I'm yo pusha man
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I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
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Pimp slapping, toe taggin
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I'm just tryna fight the man
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I'm yo pusha man
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I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
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(Verse 2)
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I'm away and your bitch break down my weed sometimes
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See my face in the streets, in the tweets and
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And a Reader or a Redeye if you read sometimes
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She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D
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Even though I only beat one time
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One time it was one two times
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It was two plus me equals three sometimes
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Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex
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Got neck from all these thots I sex
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Rastafari them shottas yes
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House safari, mi casa, yes
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Rocky feeling that bye bye
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She came to party, she popped a Molly
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Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes"
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(Hook 1) x2
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I got that Mmm Mmm
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I got that god damn
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I'm yo pusha man
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I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
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Pimp slapping, toe taggin
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I'm just tryna fight the man
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I'm yo pusha man
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I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
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(Hook 2) x2
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I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
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(Verse 3)
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Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch
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Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch
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Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch
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Captain saber hood put savia, baby boy, still get 98 for swishers
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Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia
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Ima still wash my broach
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Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock
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And a little bit of rap
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That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac
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And I¡¯m like literary jacked
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(Hook 2) x2
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I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
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(Verse 4)
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They merking kids, they murder kids here
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Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
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Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here
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Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here
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They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot
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Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot
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No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position,
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Cause they've never been in our position
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Getting violations for the nation correlating you dry snitching
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(Hook 2) x2
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I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
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(Breakdown)
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I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
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I know you scared, me too.
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I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
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If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
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(Verse 5)
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It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about.
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I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out.
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I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks.
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And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first.
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Cause everybody dies in the summer.
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When they say goodbye, tell them while it's spring.
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I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring.
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I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
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If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
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Pusha Man
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| Chance The Rapper |
