I come from a quiet family
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But some of us are crazy, they Wyatt family
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Well let me now speak for the entire family
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Because I got brothers on the jungle
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Cousins on a quest
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And some nephews who be banging when they hanging out west
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Me, I ended up like Flipper banging Angie on the desk
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My family's a mess and we all need counseling
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But run the city like we all each councilmen
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What my accountant spends when the quarter's done
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I'll make you never forgive what your daughter's done
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See, my avatar don't come to no average bars or average tales
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So I'm finished in moves, will be Sister Abigail
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'Cause you can kiss the game goodbye
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Or use my government name and I'm explaining why
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'Cause they my sons, they my juniors, or death in the dirt if I don't come back sooner
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In spite of what the truth is, the rumors keep going
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But the real fans be knowing
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So it looks like I'm walking with a canteen glowing
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'Cause finally the sheep gonna follow the ever growing
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'Cause all my rhythms be gray but I don't talk in riddles like Gray
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Rocking in a rocking chair, rocking a fedora with some thoughts to share, yeah
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And when I'm gonna drop this here I feel like a rocket just dropped from the air
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And that's why they scared of the author in the Gucci parker
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Gear games compared to Luke Harper's
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They coming through in dirty denim, we coming through with dirty women
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We coming through in 30 minutes so make sure the bottles are covered
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You know the models will love it
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You see my model beloved as I'm back on my fly boy
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So follow the buzzards
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I said I'm back on my fly boy
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So follow the buzzards
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Follow The Buzzards
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| Consequence |
