I've got too much time on my hand
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I spent every minute as high as I can
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I get money, get money as fast as I can
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I got every spot sold up from LA to Japan.
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Twenty-three and I never end up moving a month
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Unless it's a semester I can.. in a bundle
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Who want rebel? More subtle
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Y'all crumble, too flexible, y'all trouble!
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Spanex, Man X, land the jet
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Feels like Jerusalem, but god damn she wet
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Keep my feet up now, who are planning to change
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Everybody, anybody like genocide!
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Any time, any place in the race of a...
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Sing loud, shout, niggas are confused
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And no Chris Cross pissed off, not even close
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It's several on the radio, I play all this more
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In mirror, sat back and observe
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Now my vision is clearer
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Your own team bring you down to zero
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Like who turned you up?
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You're still... turned out for what?
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Hook:
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And I'm still about my old shit (every day)
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Your knew shit sound a lot like the old shit (straight out)
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And them niggas about that don't know shit (don't know shit)
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Just about .. and some more shit (some more shit)
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And I'm like oh shit, my own shit, go way under your own shit
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The DJ gonna play that, them other niggas don't know shit.
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I'm back, bitch, and I'm broken,
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You get trapped down and it's all..
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And you never, never, never ever do it like this!
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... I'm a Cartier, running
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Killing niggas, saw you where the bodies at, huh
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Wayne are you on the chair right now in the middle
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I'mma hit you like yeah, with the party, yeah! (Right!)
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Grant them, chart them, but still... hoes
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I don't show love, I'll be feeling hoes
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Pull up in that old school, nigga hear the...
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How you girl lay down where the ceiling go.
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Made you keep a problem... with my knee... oh
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I'mma keep you real, so ...
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Then I grind, I've been working like a slave
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When I hear my lil brother pay her way through college.
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I was in college...
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And the microwave she got tired, nigga, start to move a column
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Soon at the game, I can hear the rap digging
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Like.. young nigga, I know I make her cry.
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Had the nigga by my own shit
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I made... you, how you did it for a minute?
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Killing your new shit, it's the type to get disgusted
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You can hear, if you listen, I'm the nigga in the city!
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.. do your research, baby
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You should know who you are, you should probably show your titty
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They gonna be clever in hood, yeah lil nigga... but you did it!
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Hook: (x2)
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And I'm still about my old shit (every day)
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Your knew shit sound a lot like the old shit (straight out)
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And them niggas about that don't know shit (don't know shit)
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Just about .. and some more shit (some more shit)
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And I'm like oh shit, my own shit, go way under your own shit
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The DJ gonna play that, them other niggas don't know shit.
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I'm back, bitch, and I'm broken,
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You get trapped down and it's all..
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And you never, never, never ever do it like this!
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My Tyme
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| Roscoe Dash |
