[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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We was kids when we first met, I can¡¯t forget
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When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step
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Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan
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Now Junior went, I¡¯m full of sin
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Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent
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¡®Bout deliberate relations ¡®cause she know a nigga ignorant
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Like bull¡¯s eye, I grew with the wind
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And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened
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Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false
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Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree
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Life¡¯s a bitch in the seventies, to the
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Third degree and I ain¡¯t got a job, but shit it works for me
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She love the fact that I live driving on the edge
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Purposely, money ain¡¯t for degree, but it¡¯s worth a C
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I go blind for that little light of mine
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Keep it cited, ma, and I¡¯m a let it shine
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[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
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Even though we have our own
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Problems and differences
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I still fuck
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With you
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Even though we had our own
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Fallouts, we pitchin¡¯ fits
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I still fuck
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With you
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[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
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I was never a motherfucker to want beef
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Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets
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Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat?
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Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I¡¯m a go-getter
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Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money
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Steal another nigga figures
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I don¡¯t need a fucking chain, bitch I¡¯m here to gain that
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Bitch, I need fucking ring, where [?] at?
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We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same
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In it for the funds, throw a little buns
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Listen to the [?] smoke inside your lungs
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Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges
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Have a little offspring, NBA wouldn¡¯t support it
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Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted
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Work now play now a nigga runnin¡¯ offense
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Bitch, I¡¯m in Miami and I¡¯m swimming with the Dolphins
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
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I don't like going sober to the hospital
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Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
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So I'm out front parked in a car with a
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Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah
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Last year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was
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So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'
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Looking for new chords and a larger Nugget
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I¡¯m the stars above me when I spark and tug this
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Far from hard, but I¡¯m a snarl in public
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Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang
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Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho
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Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work
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Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs
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Feel like I¡¯m flying when I¡¯m off from the herb
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Fuck ¡®em all, let the army disperse
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Know the swamp lay ¡®em all in the dirt
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Had to stop, re-assess some agendas
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Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
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Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen
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We the best, period, the end of the sentence
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Roughneck putting paws to the pavement
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Lane switch, I¡¯m a blow haze ¡®till I can¡¯t think
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Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this
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Big homie told me, ¡°Nah, nigga, take this.¡±
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Shots 'till my damn liver hates me
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Momma saying that she knowing that I need help
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Nah, on the highway to Hades with my
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Motherfuckin¡¯ seatbelt off
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