(Verse)
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Momma used to leave the porch lights for me
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? neva had to cut em off herself
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I only dream of theft, and I need fuckin' help
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The phone ring, anotha t.h.o.t. call
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And then a next call from a black car
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Her spit's thirsty, or she tryna get me knocked off
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Gold digger, when it can't be flopped, popped off
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Wait, why ya lookin', is he a fam? He's prolly beef
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It's probly love, it's probly hate, these men probly sleep
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He's probly old, probly ain't tough, man, probly sweet
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Had the strap, I know they got it cheap
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But we got it cheap (-er)
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Grandma said shame on me!
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Me thinkin' how ya put the blame on me?
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Ya know I'm out here with this flame on me
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But this protection put some change on me
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Them niggas try to bang on me
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Wonder what Jesus do after the case
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No offense, but you can't wonder with a Mac in yo face
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She like molly, she luv weed, she got spectacular taste
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Got some homies still stuck out there, trappin' away
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Lord! These winters be Nova Scotia, I hold it closer
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What you drink? I'll take some Henny and a cold mimosa
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Few questions, and I'm guessin' you where I come fo closure
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Better we had this talk now, cuz I'm a lil older
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Went and said sum' shit that I didn't mean
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But I mean you let me see sum' shit that shouldn't let be seen
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Betta we talk now, betta we talk now
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(Hook)
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Lord! Eventually, we'll have this conversation
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Fuck it! We'll have it now, I won't lie a bit
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I'm high as shit
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But I got a minute, nobody around, Lord
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Please forgive me for my sins
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If I had to, I'd prolly do it again
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Shit, I did what I coulda did
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You don't respomd when I ask you what you woulda did
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(Verse 2)
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Chorinus layn that sheet ova that body
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Flat trappin' cuz he was prolly trackus
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Says momma I'll be back, but he don't know what you know
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Or what's in store for him, and you don't plan on wantin' more to tour for him
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And that reaper waitin' by the store for him
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He just tryna get the traffic out his mother lane
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Said he put some joys for a friend to relieve the hunger pain
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I relate music that thugs would nothin' relate to it
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Muthafucka, ya can't do it!
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I'm just tryna help ya see the way thru it
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Shit, the tour guide ain't even safe thru it
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See niggas hesitatin', get elevated, the place is
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The spot is always vacant, out with those who ain't make it
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Lost some friends and I hate it
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The change to list around, but I ain't make it
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Cuz ain't comin' back, I gotta face it
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Flashback, rewind, replays it
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I saw you left, but you gotta save it
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(Hook)
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Lord! Eventually, we'll have this conversation
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Fuck it! We'll have it now, I won't lie a bit
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I'm high as shit
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But I got a minute, nobody around, Lord
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Please forgive me for my sins
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If I had to, I'd prolly do it again
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Shit, I did what I coulda did
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You don't respomd when I ask you what you woulda did
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Lawd
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Tsu Surf |