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Had to switch my style up |
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Carbon copy bodies start to pile up |
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Sell they soul like that fxcker dialed up |
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Sell my soul prolly too, be honest |
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Pivot foot still a perfect spiral |
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Walk a tight rope just to go viral |
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I'm the pilot |
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Can't deny shxt |
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No matter the ink, no matter how you file it |
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10+ in |
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Came thru, re-styled shxt |
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Lotta drivin but I don't boast my mileage |
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Spread a bxtch like a windows virus |
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Cut a wrist but I'm talkin myself |
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Big ass talk a lot of pxssies wilin |
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Dye that wig, that shxt ain't make you violent |
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What you tote up under under garments? |
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Cell phone clip I fxckin promise! |
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Pistol sit up under on your eyelash |
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Bellyaching like you Billie Eilish |
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Poppin pills when you feelin like it |
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Fill a cup when you feelin like it |
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Poppin shxt cause I fxckin need it |
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Everybody got fake demons |
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Now everybody got fake demons |
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I'm barely breathin just tryna survive shxt |
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Oh I sing so I can't do rap now? |
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Pluck the strings so I can't do trap now? |
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Been a rapper 15 years back now |
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Pxssies talkin you ain't know my background |
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Think I'm happy cause of the beach in the back now? |
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Think them colors a gon' erase my blackout? |
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I blow my brains before I blow my back out |
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Whole lotta pain like a double up |
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Ain't too concerned bout a double cup |
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Talk to myself then I fxck it up |
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Heavy chest but got a lotta love |
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A lottta love |
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A lotta love |
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But its not enough |
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It's not enough |
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Gotta run |
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Head been heavy as of lately |
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A couple dribbles and a lotta changes |
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Voices tellin me to rearrange shxt |
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Wallpaper tell me re paint it |
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All paper got my head tainted |
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I hope that money don't change me |
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I hope that money don't, hope that money don't change me |
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They look simple with they cash dog |
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I don't need ya, when my bones start to cast off |
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Yeah, I don't need ya,, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh! |
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Put that where it all began |
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I miss everything, I won't ever speak again |
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Come pretend, fxck boy never come correct |
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Burning in my head |
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Burning to the sound of it, yuh, yuh |
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Why you fxck my set? |
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Keepin it all in my chest |
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I don't give none of my bag |
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Still ain't got over my past |
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Still ain't got over my past, yuh! |
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I been attacked |
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All in his head |
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You never there |
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Poppin em back |
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Killin them dead |
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Hope for the best |
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Hiding them checks |
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Don't give a chance, yuh |
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I ain't giving them a chance, yuh, yuh |
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I ain't giving them a chance |
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I got more problems, than I wanted |
| [02:43.66] |
I been got it, never shot it |
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Might get bothered, might just cop it |
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Maybe pop it, cut your profit |
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Microscopic, heavy pockets |
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Barely process, love been honest |
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I'm the villain, victim |
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System fix em, got em in they pocket |
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Got em in they pocket, yuh, yuh, yuh |
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They look simple with they cash dog |
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I don't need ya, when my bones start to cast off |
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Yuh, I don't need ya, yuh, yuh, yuh.. |