| Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa
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| Only in the present, I no longer believe in time
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| I don’t see my family half as much as I see the sky
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| Knew this shit was comin', I just chose not to read the signs
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| We never like to get involved in all that crystal ball talk
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| I see the future, I love all y’all, follow or fall off
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| Ain’t no numbers saved, only shots in my call log
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| Unconcerned, would hate my mission just to not involve ya
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| Okay, take me to your leader, I show you he just a Cousin Skeeter
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| People worship parasites, they just eat off they believers
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| Jeepers creepers, heebie-jeebies, I was just an in-betweener
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| Hype, my GF let me finger her in Magic Johnson Theater’s
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| Time move on, now we grow, felonies and misdemeanors
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| Still, with my original niggas, fuck your feature, we don’t need ya
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| Every verse a universe, twist the flow up like Lupita
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| Bitch, I’m just a hustler, the nigga version of a diva
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| Yeah, recenter, realign
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| Know I gotta take care of mine, when I’m outta my way, yeah
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| Outta my way
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| Uh, ooh, yeah
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| Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time
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| See, the roots never change, yeah
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| I won’t ever change
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| Like this, just like this
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| Like this, just like this
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| We gon' do it like this
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| We gon' do it like this
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| Yeah
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| Oh, woo
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| We gon' break these Legos down for y’all
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| We gon' crumble these towers
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| Okay, okay this my favorite part of the night
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| We gon' say, we gon' say a person, and when y’all get it y’all come in, alright
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| I don’t know what y’all been told
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| But I gotta get me a rabbit’s toe
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| And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
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| And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
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| That wasn’t hard at all, was it?
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| Who got that? |
| Raise your hand if you ain’t got it
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| Uh-huh, go and get them extra drink or somethin'
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| Or a, or a blunt, or a dance
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| Alright, here we go, everybody, here we go
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| I don’t know what y’all been told
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| But I gotta get me a rabbit’s toe
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| And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
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| And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
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| I said, I don’t know what y’all been told
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| But I gotta get me a rabbit’s toe
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| And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
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| And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
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| Whoa, whoa
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| This off the cap, the Cumberland
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| Niggas plottin', wonderin'
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| Will Jesus ever come again?
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| Well man, I hate to achy break it to ya, baby
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| But they say that man ain’t never have sex
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| I guess he ain’t arrived yet, but I got off on a tangent
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| Too many coffins to handle, not enough hands on the deck
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| Too many candlelight vigils, I cry a tear, it ain’t wet
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| I took some drugs that night, I took a north side drive
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| I called the Buckhead high, since then I never been right
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| I got some babies in the West End that’ll crush your melon
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| If you ever get to testin' my profession
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| I know I tote a pen, but I ink you up
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| Chattahoochee stink you up
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| Rest in peace Omari, every day I still think you up
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| Niggas pushin' twenty, only paper seen is paper cups
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| Baby pushin' forty, cats still out here tryna lay her up
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| Everybody horny, now let’s fuck and sleep, then wake on up
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| Everybody horny, so let’s fuck and sleep, then wake on up
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| Yeah, recenter, realign
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| Know I gotta take care of mine, when I’m outta my way
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| Yeah, outta my way
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| Uh, ooh, yeah
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| Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time
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| See, the roots never change
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| I won’t ever change |