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[00:12.680]Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib
[00:15.810]Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
[00:18.920]Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
[00:22.060]Cats always tryna' pick up the fist—"Duff this dude out"
[00:25.970]Rappers stoop just to get to your crib
[00:28.270]Now it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced
[00:32.710]Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt
[00:35.010]Back when I’d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off
[00:39.610]Every time I rap I blast-off
[00:41.280]Back when I catch court I always had sports
[00:44.470]Dippin' on cops in my track shorts
[00:47.890]So tell my mom I had to make it right
[00:50.420]I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
[00:54.890]And tell my pops I gotta take advice
[00:56.850]Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
[01:00.450]See me, I’m the contusion type
[01:03.590]A cat to smack the mic
[01:04.870]Against my f**kin' head when I'm losing hype
[01:06.910]RATKING, never losing hype, no
[01:11.500]It's RATKING and I do it right, no
[01:14.850]RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah
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[01:17.770]B*tch, I skated before I rapped
[01:19.420]If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy
[01:22.580]That someone could Noila Clap 'em, probably cold and passive
[01:26.290]Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it
[01:29.270]And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game
[01:32.510]Momma put the quarter right back in the slot
[01:34.520]In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
[01:38.360]B*tch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it
[01:41.550]And nowadays I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with
[01:44.840]And some pretty b*tches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run
[01:48.700]I got the gold cause I don't do the crying, bro
[01:51.500]She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum
[01:54.890]Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
[01:57.740]Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers
[02:01.060]And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
[02:03.360]The room spinnin', finna yak if I don't hit the blunt
[02:06.390]Got the chin waggin', slim chances of me getting up
[02:09.390]After this, mind in the trash next to where my f**kin' passion went
[02:14.200]Dodge fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling
[02:18.610]Six hours or more, brick out on the tour
[02:19.710]Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit
[02:23.240]Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses
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