[Intro:]
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I can only give so much
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After that I know it's time to go!
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Only really love your country
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I can give so much,
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But I know when it's time to go!
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Yeah, yeah, cause I got
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So many praying and rain fell
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You can't tell, these people expecting heaven
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But never, cause they will stay in hell.
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I die hard like Bruce Willis and Samuel
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Sipping champagne and party harder than Manziel
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Vodka and tonic got me thinking like prophet Muhammad
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I'm not an Islamic, I'm a product of copping narcotics,
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I'm hot as a comet!
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Hoes give me top till they vomit,
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Something exotic, Caribbean, Dominican
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God, this shit is symbolic!
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Pal for performances, bars made of 24 karats
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So fuck the currencies!
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Huh, niggas know I rule with the rhymes,
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Cause I know the off sides with these offence of lines.
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Leave them lost in the vines, you're thinking it's social media
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I'm thinking it's deep in the jungle with hopes that are leaving ya,
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Slitting your throat and bleeding ya,
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You ain't got a chance to leave,
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Smoke a nigga wig off,
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Leave him just like a cancer, kid.
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I know that I'm a little insensitive
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Grew up kinda poor, we barely had any cents to live
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Now was Peter Lugos, cutting off an expensive rib
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Cursing at the bums, cause I ain't got any sense to give!
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They saying that I'm not the one,
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I leave him full of clips like the moon blocking the sun
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When these goons cocking their guns.
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They don't even see the car,
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Roll around ... fatigues like I'm in Vietnam!
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Hook:
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(I can only give so much)
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Yeah, man!
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(Acting around you)
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Jersey's hard core
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(But I know it's time
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It's time to go)
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Vietnam, I know!
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(I can only give so much)
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What you're talking about?
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(Acting around you)..
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Right here!
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Beautiful, look!
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I'mma need those fatigues since I'm out here like a bounty
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Traded the green jump they gave me when I hit county
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Nah, I'm sorry, I need my pilot seat
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I said, they're speaking from the cloud, these are pilot seats.
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Probably why these model bitches wanna rap with me
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If I can say it publicly, then I'mma say it privately.
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.. that wheel, I can spit it, is whatever you want better
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Nigga, I've got few million in liquid,
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Better stuff some for peeling that biscuit.
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You always have more to lose, dwag, it's just a feeling I live with.
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This one side bitch, .. if I let us
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So don't call me for whatever, bought that OG and better,
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I'm just standing on this hill and they tell me I'll never meet
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The popularity ...
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Gotta take mine right now, let it be painful
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Cause they're dreaming what can ever came true
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Shooting a hundred from the field, just the path I create
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They tell me I can never have it this great.
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So even with a million motherfuckers grabbing my legs
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Still knock the barrel down, so the craft can escape.
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Made believer at the fate, was easier...
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For niggas that weren't sure we would see another day!
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Self-employed, so if I'm on and all about myself
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Self-deployed, don't help that boy!
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I'm good!
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I can only give so much
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After that I know it's time to go!
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(It's simple!
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Simple shit!)
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I can only give so much to the world.
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Vietnam
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Joe Budden |