Kunci: B minor
Verse 1
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Fuck these white
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shirts and this set of keys
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All these years in the pad
got me livin' like Donna, a sexy beast
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Accept me please,
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I got it crackin' on the landing
You know I had to set the scene,
I live a nightmare
I don't get to dream,
to tell you I still get to sleep
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Fact, I ain't weak,
basicer than years,
you ain't even on a week
She told me you're a creep,
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she told you I'm a freak
She started laughing,
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I want pics of her feet,
she said I wrote my treat book
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Let me get back to this crazy stuff,
you cry if you're seeing this stuff
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Bloody pads were getting fished,
said to clean it up
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I'm hot headed, no fucks,
turn the meter up
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One bit of cheek and I'll
When we get spun there's no
wheeling up
Pissed off, forgot my weed took
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Down the block, no choice,
he had to read book
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We don't speak no more,
he's fucked 22 reckon,
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Shoulda nev er choose left
and it could be you next
He was real treach, babies,
not a more, not a less
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If you ain't sure, you should step, gang,
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I'd be a killer for my friend
I never woulda snitched
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and I still ain't gonna bend
My name's on their lips
but they still ain't gonna send
I put this hammer in your mouth, bro,
repeat what you said
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R -E's one of them, uh
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Corn's gonna fly,
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hope it reach one of them, uh
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Honor works, don't speak, holla flex,
got a G for the stick
But we beat the attempt,
bittersweet though, I guess
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Here we go again, uh
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It's got me stuck up in the trenches
Bitches on my case,
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but I still swear they're in my DMs
Yo, in the green,
they was cooling with the rejects
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The first trip landed burned,
I'm from a place where they're shooting
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And they glamorize and trapping,
Gb
and they do it like it's fashion
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When you get trapped,
they forget to send you cash in
trying to pack and get a pack in
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I can tell you what it's like,
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I done ten bag slash ings
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Eight bag slashings, money low,
I have to ration
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They might put you in the spares,
so fuck about when you get lashings
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that's a different type of splashing
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Big shanks like Aladdin,
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I seen shit you can't imagine
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Three months in the block,
with a DAB dabbing
Seen people cut the wrist
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and hear the screws start laughing
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Feel shit, no blagging,
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fuck jail, no bragging
Feed the G's like a wagon,
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Brody sent me to the sticks
Spit fire like a dragon
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I done Eve after Eve still,
I don't know Adam
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