| Melodies, life brings enemies
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| Smoking on, like green celery
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| Trap shit, ice cream memories
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| Boxes, guys been selling me
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| Anyway, guys been telling me
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| That Donny said he might put a shell in me
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| Incredible, now he’s belling me
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| Just begging it, lies incredibly
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| Yeah, got me picking the stick up
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| Ain’t no slipping up, nigga, ain’t no time for no hiccup
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| I remember when Poppi hit me up for the pick up
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| You should shut you mouth, nigga, you should button your lip up
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| Trousers buttoned up, now I think it’s time for the zip up
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| Got the bottle there, now I think it’s time for the liquor
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| Sticky out, so I think it’s time for the stick up
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| Keep your shoes tied, nigga, you could die from the trip up
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| Yeah, got that savage kaabam
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| Little magic trick, mixing up the alakazam
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| Savages, niggas really jealous of man
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| But the maddest ting, niggas should be mad at ya man
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| Quick Malaga, Hollowman just ran in the van
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| Black Adam Giggs, watch how I’ma have up Shazam
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| On my palace shit, tryna get that palace to land
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| Yeah, I’m trying, cause, I’ma do as much as I can
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| 40 calibre, had that 40 cal in my hand
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| 40 calibre, I’m the 40 calibre man
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| Challengers, get your peanut butter and jam
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| Niggas eating here, watch how I’ma cut up the lamb
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| Yeah, niggas giving me trouble
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| No one’s ever remembered seeing me struggle
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| No one’s ever checking out or seeing the puzzle
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| No one’s helping Hollow when his feet’s in the rubble
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| Yeah, loner, no one’s picking up this phoner
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| No one listens, it gets colder
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| Jumper on me and it’s polar
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| Studio session and Giggs sober
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| Trample lions and kick cobras
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| Amplify and God knows her
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| Ample trier, I got closer
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| Yeah, what you telling me, cause?
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| Heroin, niggas might be selling the dubs
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| Had the ice cream, but you couldn’t sell it in tubs
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| Fast forward, now I’m out here shelling a clubs
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| Buzzing now, now a nigga dwell in the buzz
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| Man was hating, now a nigga tell me it’s love
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| Little tell tale, now a nigga telling his cause
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| Now I’m Hollowman telling nigga tell all the plugs
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| Fuck an acapella
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| I got bitches shaking up their Macarena
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| I’ma get that visa then I’m mashin' chella
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| Hollow never fruity but the pack Fruitella
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| I’m a living legend, cause, I’m back forever
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| Never back your brother but you back that bredda
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| I might back the debit card or pack the cheddar
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| Hollow keep on telling them it’s now or never |