| I’m not bad i’m pure in my insides
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| But one thing I won’t do is lose to life, yeah
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| Stay woke
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| On my grind I need them pesos
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| Draco, hold a hunnid betta lay low
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| We throw, fists and elbows in the pit i’m talkin'
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| Big bows, throwin' elbows in the pit and singin'…
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| Aye
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| Wake up
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| Young nigga get your cake up
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| Pay up
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| Or I will bust your face up
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| Lace up
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| And be ready for them chasers
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| Pacers
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| Yeah we do hit them layups
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| I don’t want to do it, but you pushing me to chemo
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| Fuck you pay me
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| Feeling like i’m Cee Lo
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| I will lose control like an emo
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| Leave his dead body hanging like a fucking eno ah
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| I been on a mission a for the legal bread
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| But they would rather see me with a twisted head
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| Move to Malibu smoking extra meds
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| I just want peace but the world want death yeah
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| I’m not bad i’m pure in my insides
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| But one thing I won’t do is lose to life, yeah
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| Aye
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| Wake up
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| Young nigga get your cake up
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| Pay up
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| Or I will bust your face up
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| Lace up
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| And be ready for them chasers
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| Pacers
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| Yeah we do hit them layups
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| On my fuckin' grind for them pesos I need mo' bread
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| 'Bout spaz out rob a fuckin' bank need a big check
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| Don’t wanna see me rise up to the top cause i’m a big threat
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| Try to hold me back i’ll leave a bullet in ya damn head
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| Sun up, to sundown, rain, shine, or the darkness
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| Get my bag, on my own, don’t need no, big co-sign
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| My songs, make my fans, go crazy, retarded
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| You just, a hater, I kill you, with one line -yuh
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| Stay woke
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| On my grind I need them pesos
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| Draco, hold a hunnid betta lay low
|
| We throw, fists and elbows in the pit i’m talkin'
|
| Big bows, throwin' elbows in the pit and singin'…
|
| Stay woke
|
| On my grind I need them pesos
|
| Draco, hold a hunnid betta lay low
|
| We throw, fists and elbows in the pit i’m talkin'
|
| Big bows, throwin' elbows in the pit and singin'…
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| I’m not bad i’m pure in my insides
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| But one thing I won’t do is lose to life, yeah |