Тональность: Bb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Check,
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anybody can see the kid got it
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I see niggas ignore it so I feel
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From rapping in that truck with bolt
s on and rolling blunts
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Bagging a couple bitches
and fucking them all at once
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Friday night lights,
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I was catching and dropping punts
Thinking about rapping,
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I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda
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like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got
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that call I had got caught
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Kicked out of college for tongues,
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niggas be talking
I wasn't even on camera,
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just hit the lick with some amateurs
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Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los
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Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls
Call Call that shit a tarantula
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Tarantino on your big screen ho
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Slave man, South East Coast,
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J.I.D or DiCap Leo
Set it off,
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my big sis reminded me of Cleo
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And my brothers is killers you
might see on Nat Geo'
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You gotta chill 'cause niggas
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can get they cap peeled
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I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman
They sent my nigga up the hill,
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yea they jack jill'd 'em
And a million other black children
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Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'
Verse 2
I feel amazing, I can feel the haters,
do something
I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser,
shoot something
Niggas talking crazy,
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wipe the little baby, too funny
Pull up on ya, had the crew coming, take a deuce on ya,
Interlude 1
hold up
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Verse 3
Looking for it in the night time
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I been looking for it all day
I'mma get it at the right time
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Watch 'em fuck with me
Watch a nigga at the bike whip
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Hit the buyer with the stone face
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Greenbriar with the whole case
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Bust it down and flood the whole state
Bitches know when that work good
Anna Mae eat the whole cake
We ain't even gotta role play
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Had to get it out the bowl way
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Kill shit, OJ, No way Jose, Slo-Mo, OK
OK
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I don't do this shit at your pace
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I ain't here to do it your way
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An d I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor,
back and front door way
You do not want war, I swear,
I swore on your grave
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I been on my shit since like
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6th, 5th, and 4th grade, wait
Even before grades,
going to my brother court dates
And I asked my momma bout what he
did but they'd never tell me
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Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught
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for some dope he selling
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Kinda close but no cigarillo,
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he was armored up, that's a ar madillo
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My pops did time in the military and he taught
us how to disarm a nigga
See the boys, you better warn a nigga but
J.I.D prolly got warrants, nigga
Like North Carolina or South Carolina,
got the hideout in like Florence nigga
Swear your raps so boring, nigga
Then you say you trap, you be
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I don't fuck with none of y'all
happy trappers
Better go out and strap,
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people dy ing nigga, Lord
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Sorry we making all the noise
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But you ain't have to call the boys
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Some shit you just can't avoid
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Dumb shit, coolin' with the squad
Outro 1
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