| Don’t come around my way, cause I don’t need a
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| 'Nother fair weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
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| Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese
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| Y’all niggas get me congested, move around and let me breathe
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| I remember when you niggas, ain’t want me to hit the weed
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| Now that I’m rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed
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| Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free
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| But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me
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| Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class
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| Y’all didn’t wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass
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| In my cordoroy britches, y’all was in Louis Vuitton
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| Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
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| For using the millennium, or money by the ton
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| You niggas ain’t help me get it, I did it with no one
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| Fuck showing love back, I ain’t showing none (y'all niggas don’t have to)
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| Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
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| Cause with or without your support, I’mma still be straight
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| The less niggas around me, the better I can concentrate
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| When I can’t think straight, I open up a chest plate
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| It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
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| We ain’t cool, I think you better rewind yourself
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| Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
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| So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
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| I don’t need no friend, I don’t need no broad
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| Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord
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| Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard
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| Cause I’mma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
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| A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
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| So instead of keeping my niggas, get the steel with me
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| I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat (fuck y’all niggas)
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| I don’t need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own
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| And I don’t need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
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| When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
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| I’m a nobody, until I can shine
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| So when my money is long, I don’t need nobody to visit
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| Leave me lonely, like you did last time
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| I’m a asshole, and I ain’t trying to be rude
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| But I don’t really give a damn, about none of y’all
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| You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day
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| First off, fuck each and every one of y’all
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| I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome
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| These motherfuckers play, life so fraud
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| I peep game, to the T
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| Cause I don’t want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the Boulevard
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| And on the other hand, just to make matters worse
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| I feel, they want me headed to the grave
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| And I ain’t ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall
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| With a nine, about to misbehave
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| Same old shit, with a friend or a foe
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| Pack your shit, and get the fuck out the do'
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| Ain’t no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
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| A.B.N, is all that I know
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| You can try what you wanna, but I ain’t gon fail
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| Look at me now, and all the shit that I sell
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| I’mma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast
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| And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell
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| Sometimes I’m right, sometimes I’m wrong
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| And I don’t give a fuck, cause I’m in my zone
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| All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong
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| So I like how it feel, when I’m left all alone
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| You must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the block
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| And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot
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| And now the tables have turned, you niggas fraud
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| And you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot
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| Cause I don’t trust you niggas
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| Give me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you niggas
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| Move it around, cause I don’t fuck with you niggas
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| To tell the truth, I’m allergic to you niggas
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| Asshole for life, until a nigga fly
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| Nigga don’t stop, better go on pass by
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| And hoes, don’t call my cellular phone
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| The only thing, that y’all know how to do is lie
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| Why y’all niggas wanna rob wanna steal, that ain’t real
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| How the fuck I’mma kick it with you, you ain’t gon get me killed
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| I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
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| Even though I’m tired, I be climbing up the ladder still
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| Ain’t nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me
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| I’mma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I’m thirsty
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| Just to be in my position, motherfuckers ain’t worthy
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| So they feminine conversations, don’t even disturb me
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| I’m a gangsta, don’t need another nigga to grade me
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| If I’m in trouble, don’t need nobody to save me
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| Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be
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| I’mma handle my bidness, ain’t no buts, ifs or maybes |