| Plain jane, I feel special
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| Fuck officials, finish steppin'
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| I know that’s gon' make it better
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| These niggas just talk like killers
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| All-out war with my hitters
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| I think somethin', we step on shit
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| It’s all about what I figure
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| I ain’t take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I’ma put one in
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| When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
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| Who gon' protect me? |
| I’m the protector of all my friends
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| How the fuck you with me? |
| You playin' detective, you ain’t my twin
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| I’ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
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| Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain’t the same
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| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
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| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain
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| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time
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| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it
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| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin'
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| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me
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| It could turn out bad or turn out good
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| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
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| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
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| Leave homicide to find them
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| Still ain’t got my mind made up
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| Mask up before we blind him
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| Keep actin' like he five and I’m gon' dime him
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| Ten after ten, must I remind him?
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| Who gon' supply me? |
| I’m the supplier of all my friends
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| With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I’m locked in the pen'?
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| He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
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| Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
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| My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
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| Plain jane, I feel special
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| Fuck officials, finish steppin'
|
| I know that’s gon' make it better
|
| These niggas just talk like killers
|
| All-out war with my hitters
|
| I think somethin', we step on shit
|
| It’s all about what I figure
|
| We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
|
| I don’t want you neither or your friend, y’all don’t understand the pain
|
| Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can’t waste my time
|
| 'Cause now I’m up and they know it
|
| Ain’t gotta picture me rollin'
|
| 'Cause when they see me, it’s on me
|
| It could turn out bad or turn out good
|
| But I’m still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
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| And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
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| Mask up before we blind him |