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I act like I'm that baby Brenda threw away |
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But I *******ne like I never seen a rainy day |
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Kinda cloudy like them diamonds that them rappers wear |
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Clownin' like jesters that be in front of kings chairs |
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But they don't make a crown big enough to fit my head |
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My self-esteem high, see it can nest eggs |
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I'm sipping vodka straight, eating on fish eggs |
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Cashmere, and the color pastel |
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Used to have that crack like the liberty bell |
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But now I hit chicks with lips like Estelle |
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New SL, lights like fish eyes |
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*****es say the ***** good like Mickey D's French fries |
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Y'all never held weight sorta like a (?) |
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Think you're doing bad? Think about Apartheid |
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Look in a narc's eyes, ask him why he flicked me |
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Said, "Brown, I had to; just look at your history" |
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Tried to tell the dude the truth |
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He still reminiscing when he used to lock me up for curfew |
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But I was just a young ***** staying past street lights |
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Kinda fascinated finding out what the streets like |
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Learned my lesson, for sure changed my ways |
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But the hook still treat me like the kid I was yesterday |
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And I'm still that ***** |
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We just getting started, roll another swisher |
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Crack another brew, cop another fifth |
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These rap *****s trash and all their beats filth |
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I pull up on them, my hat on tilt |
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The cutty sitting high like Shaq on stilts |
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It's like a unidentified foreign object |
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How you describe Brown as simple as a clock tick |
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But his beats harder than a witch nipple |
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Crazy as a hippie with a rifle sipping ripple |
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Beat you with a mini bat 'til you reconsider that |
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That chain looking rusty dog, get rid of that |
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I'm a pirate with the pyrex |
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Might ***** a ***** raw, Magic ain't died yet |
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Y'all *****s flow like cable, just the basic channel |
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Dough in front the fireplace, stack center mantel |
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Pleading guilty to anything they offer us |
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Copping out like quitting police officers |
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But we off it bruh, cases we forfeit |
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6's high, hope the 24's fit |
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Instigate beef and we all get torched |
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In the middle of the bull, like united center half court |
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Blow newport, laughing at you hoes |
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Hitting y'all raw like wetting Gizmo |
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After twelve, how can I excel |
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In the city where *****s don't know what's real |
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And I'm still that ***** |
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We just getting started, roll another swisher |
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Crack another brew, cop another fifth |
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These rap *****s trash and all their beats filth |
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I pull up on them, my hat on tilt |
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The cutty sitting high like Shaq on stilts |