feat. The Mafia
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You don't know the pain I feel when I see you smiling
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And when I roll up you start whiling
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So I fuck like everything's honky dory
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But it's a whole different story
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm never caught up in acting
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Stripped out of jail but landed inside an Austin
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Hopped off the whale hoes' heads turning like '
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Black flag mob my dogs ready for action
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Yeah, these niggas never deny that
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Run up four miles but he never without that
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When you hear me screaming I live it, baby, don't doubt that
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Bitch gave me head for days, she wanna out that
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Bullet proof love for my war lords
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Fuck these industry bitches, man, they all whores
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Hundred rounds and the drummers, it's what they call for
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Tattoo, shirt off, man, I'm boxing
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What it be like, nigga? Came to the game just me, my nigga
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Hoes on my tip like TI, nigga
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Bitch, just the mafia, meet my niggas
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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Pull right in that Ghost, some dead niggas
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Funeral snap at one ahead, nigga
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Got a coffin and a grave for all of you fat niggas
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Louis Vuitton bat from leaving them red niggas, yeah
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I ain't watching the speed, somebody saying it
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200 pounds in the trunk, this nigga crazy
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Boy, threw a Benz in the club, just ask anybody
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When you act bad for bad I'll match anybody
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Hearts for hearts, mouse do that there
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With them all white squares go and move that there
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Where they at? I don't see 'em, heard that they tryina be 'em
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Fuck around with my people, leave 'em right where I see 'em
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They don't like that, cook it up, crack that
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Million dollar 'got a hundred in a nap sack
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One in the head if a nigga wanna snatch that
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Bang, bang anyone, nigga, we like that
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that my niggas floating
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Fuck you, you bitch ass nigga, no sugar coating
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Now who you mad at, me or yourself, you fake?
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You like to cheat on your girl, apply pressure, now who's gonna melt?
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That boy telling, you can read it yourself
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He was busting, he's done, so I don't think he needed the help
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Rat nigga, left shit on this shelf
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That nigga consumed for dough, the mafia, we all men
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My brother's keeper, we all in, good mugging niggas, we all in
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Middle finger in the air, waving
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I'm tryina be one of the mafia's favorite
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The team that I chose and I'm not gonna trade it
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Jump shot in your face and I'm not gonna fade in
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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You don't like the fact that I'm me
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Don't like the fact that I'm me
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The Fact That Im Me
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