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[Verse 1] |
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In the kitchen, oven open for the heat |
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Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree |
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Wearin' jackets in the house, it's the Michigan way |
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Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner |
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**** fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin' |
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Homie mommy's 50, smokin' and still tricking' |
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Still talkin' ********t with this Lucy I’m ass lickin' |
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See my breath when I talk, but ********, I ain't trippin' |
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Landlord is, the ******** tryna put us out |
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Sellin' all the samples, can't afford to give 'em out |
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Just copped a half track, see my ******** tryna get it |
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Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot |
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********t, ******** around, be on hardcore pawn |
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Tryna get this ********t off, the winter, we snuck in |
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Won't live for anything, but might die for nothin' |
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[Hook X2] |
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They want that old Danny Brown |
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To bag up and sell a whole pound |
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Might have to go and get my braids back |
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Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back |
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[Verse 2] |
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In the Cutty same color as steak sauce |
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Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off |
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Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs |
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Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off |
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Balmains fittin' like a ******** went swimmin' in 'em |
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I'm waxed and I'm ********nin', hardwood floor |
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Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw |
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Lookin' at the whore like "what you came here for?" |
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Linwood ********, heat on him, no stash box |
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Turn a ********er's bandana to a rag top |
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Old head, **** fiend, cookin' up the yay |
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Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers |
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Came a long way takin' $3 for a nick' |
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Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip |
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Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a brick |
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Fiends linin' up for a hit of this ********t |
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(And I reps that ********t, right now and forever) x2 |
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[Hook] |