(Intro)
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Yeah!
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This is straight fuckin' violence music
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(yeah, yeah, yeah)
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I just gotta get fuckin' wild
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[Verse 1]
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Don't try me cause I might pop
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Rollin' thru my city wit that motherfukin' cock
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Started from the bottom, now I'm on top
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So it's no surprise my demise is on your knot
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Park the Jaguar, so I don't get spotted
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Cause I know the biddies in my city love to gossip
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Try to talk to mama but she quotes the pastor
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When you move 'cane like apples
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You can't relate to those chapters
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So I guess it doesn't matter when it's coming down
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Buzzers in the air, vultures circle 'round
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They don't even care, they there to see you drown
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They there to see you fall, they smile when you frown
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So I guess I'm coming down like "nigga, don't try me"
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Street hoes like Lindsay Lohan, don't high-five me!
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Zimmerman wanna box, I just do it like Nike
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And a Nike hoodie with a box right beside me
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Come find me, stay up! Cause it can go down
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(Outro)
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Tell them stay up cause it can go down (7x)
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It Can Go Down
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