I got a day for these billies
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I got a day for these billies
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It's meek to my dreams, watch my ink come pop a willie
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Silly all this contraband it takes to make a killing
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Even known the feeling maybe half appealing to your feelings
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I mean, reaching on the stars was a free
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And my mom past to bills had us moving back in knees
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It's like work of an iceberg, take off your seat
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I meant what's a tree without the leaves
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I'm falling nigga, they throwing shade like a …nigga
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I tried to alley yup but I'm no clipper
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The fans say I'm cold like a devil winter
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So you can understand why I gotta temp u
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I'm heating, partially concedeed,
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Falling back home, no lebron no receive that
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Currency as a fetus, my blessings is moving slow
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But my name is like your girl, guaranteed it's gonna blow
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[Chorus]
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I said, clap for him, clap for him, clap
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I said, clap for him, clap for him, clap
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Now keep your hands, I said
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Now keep your hands, I said
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Clap for him, clap for him
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In the motel 6, dreaming of a wish I be working never since
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Excuse me for this struggle and my truthful content
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I just feel I be honest while these others just pretend
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Before you skip my song and say he ain't lyrical
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Homie I spit miracles, your ass just like spiritual
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College kids need me like milk need cereal
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High like my verses, say I'm fucking byblical
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Moses to this thang now we feel god life
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Gamble with the devil rolling 7's on my dice
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Always beeing broke so my soul don't have a price
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So if you dare to ask me I'll just say I'll live twice
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Something like jesus fit my fans in the van
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Like they fam much love to my work and mexicans
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Only got 1 shot, I be damn not to bust
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You would think I had a gun, the way got the heads up
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And they said, when'd you ever come land
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When derreck got killed, yeah that might be the day
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Cause you ain't in my face, you can't recognize my chains
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Where I had on my ball spots, call that cold case
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Getting lifted, I ain't got time for no intermission
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I'ma need a soul sure to spit my whole mission
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Missionary like a mama with too many women
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They in love with the d that's they composition
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Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, what they yelling now
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Knocking, knocking, eviction nodes on my house
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What they yelling out
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If dreaming was a drug guess I need rehab
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In need of high …of these low hands
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I'm high off life and the dealer is an ass
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If it come too fast, we'll call that baby little have
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She say that I do too much and I drink too fast
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I need that real house wife and not that tv shit
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How the hell you can't cook but want a ring
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And how you want a love story but can't sing
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They say I put my bands for a 4 so I stop
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The only raid on my hood is musical half ops
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The yay is the ball but too nuty for a shot
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Now I'm doing music while the niggas living by the rocks
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No … my patience is running out,
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Living at my mama's house
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Either … all these girls on the couch, I should go to hell, damn
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Oh no, get a blessing from the liquor store
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You can turn to me, gone
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You can tell that now we gone
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One shot for my people dead on …
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One shot for my people dead on…
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Cause we good, now we getting sure.
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