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30! |
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Colder than them grits they fed slaves |
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Me to rap is like water to raves |
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AK's with bayonets on deck |
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Rep my set |
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Sorta like Squidwird and his clarinet |
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I'm in ya ***** mouth |
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But she just fantasizing |
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Staring at my skinnys siad it's so tantalizing |
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Dog I'm strategizing plotting on throne |
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The masta of the ace sitting on chrome |
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Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire |
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Delusional from hunger so I couldn't get tired |
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Imaging the equalizer goin from green to red |
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Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head |
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Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes |
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I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul |
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Say I'm getting old and times running out |
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Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out |
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I never leave the house ain't slept in three days |
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Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze |
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Weaving the kicks and snares dodging hooks |
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Tryna keep it original something that's overlooked |
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Way a ***** goin might go out like Sam Cooke |
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Or locked up calling home for money on my books |
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Cause if this *****t don't work ***** I failed at life |
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Turning to these drugs now these drugs turned my life |
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It's the downward spiral, Got me suicidal |
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But too scared to do it so these pills a be the rival |
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Surpassing all my idols |
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Took the wrong turn |
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But can't go back now so now let that blunt burn |
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Cause now it's my turn if I ***** it all up |
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Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs |
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I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs |
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Triple X |
