I'll slow it down for 'em, you know?
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Sometimes they say you gotta laugh
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You might laugh to cry out
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Oh man, when you get time to relax?
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That's the question, know what I'm saying?
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Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one
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Feel like misery is my only neighbor
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They say God protect us, I dunno why I feel safer with a burner
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Getting high got me locked up in the prison
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Smelling like last night, why people selling their soul for the fast life?
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No nobody loves it and they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors
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Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed
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What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive
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And broke plans have a nigga down, feeling hopeless
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Hoping I can make mills 'fore I lay on my back
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On the block where a million niggas flipping packs
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Grabbing my leg, feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead
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'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you
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Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never
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Bitch, I say but they don't want it
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I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever
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'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed
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Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
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You the pimp type or you hoe'n out
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Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout
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Too much going on to think about
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Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped
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Bitch waving when I'm swinging but I can't stop
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Like that green, bitch, we always got the green light, what you mean?
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Taco where I please, hoe like, "Don't leave"
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But baby I'm in the breeze
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Money don't grow on 'em, but I for sure smoke on 'em
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Cadillac the Ritz with the true spokes on 'em
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Labs whatever you want, we have
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Flinging like the rock fire by David and Goliath
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Word rhyming Heisman, Joe Namath with my fur coat sidelining
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I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen
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Because it's time to make it happen, audio dope boy magic
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Burning through the plastic, touchdown passes
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Flicking fleas off like ashes
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'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you
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Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never
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Bitch, I say but they don't want it
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I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever
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'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed
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Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
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You the pimp type or you hoe'n out
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Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout
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Niggas act funny on the daily, spare me
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I be in different motions sincerely
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Not a fuck given in my body, sorry
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Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari
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Leave like Lawrys, nigga, saucy as shit
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You know the type back bite, but when they see you straight hop on your dick
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I'm like, 'Are these niggas stupid or no?'
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Rhetorical question as I puff on my 'gar
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Ain't heard from my homie in weeks he in the hole
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When I get that unavailable call I already know
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As soon as a nigga press 5, he hit me with a right
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I be hyped daddy keeping spirits alive
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Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live
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He like, "Nigga, I won't see daylight soon
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But as long as you shining, bro, I'll be cool'
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'Cause either niggas waiting on you or they hating on you
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Tell 'em I ain't falling off, never
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Bitch, I say but they don't want it
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I put some money on it, coldest motherfucker ever
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'Cause either you a made man or your game plan changed
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Tryna make that kind of money that don't exchange hands
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You the pimp type or you hoe'n out
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Motherfuckers know exactly what I'm talking bout
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10 Bricks
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