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And trust me, I don't want a war on the ends
But it's like you wanna start it so say no more
I'm too big for this nonsense, I don't need problems
to the back him die by the back of his shirt
Nigga on the gram going up off this I don’t need to be bitch ain’t put in no work
Nigga homeboy die he ain’t drop
the hallways air force ones hella loose
They wonder why I like to tuck my shirt and lace up my shoes
When it’s war outside we step out side with no insight
shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
it could be worse?
Well step in my shoes, put yourself in my shirt
I'm only human y'all so we all gotta work
But sometimes I wonder why I even came
you wanna duel?
Blue-Eyes White Dragon, no I will not lose
When I hit my dance got unlimited moves
Counting twelve thousand and that was by noon
shoes suede, but don't fuck with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit, kill or be killed shit
Kill or be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like
his head off
I ain’t top5 but I turn up with my shirt off
Still remember days to ease the pain was drinking Smirnoff
No migos but I promise moms I’m
Tuesday again no problem
No shirt no shoes no drama
Wrote a verse between two bus stops
On the curb tied my shoes then I walked
I ain’t got the time
Nothing my shirt look like Yves Saint Laurent
What you expect this the shit that we on
This be the clique yeah the gang the squad
I just did something
/ Pullman No problem, lots of watah you can buy / Paperman Buy water, Senator? That's your advice? / Pullman Chief of Public Works give you a special
I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 all day
that I can't (I can't)
I took all my problems and I put it all in your hands
I know it is your plan
If it was easy no I wouldn't be a strong man
Now
bitch you ain't 1
No problems with rappers cuz I avoid those
I got yo girl sleeping over wearing boy clothes
After sex she makes breakfast in my t-shirt
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
kickin' it live was a familiar scene
Kenny M. and Big Gene know what I mean
But nowadays it seems life just ain't the same
Everybody's involved in the game
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
pull up by the trap in my section, I'm yeah, yeah
On the block, I drop the work off (vroom)
Skrrt off, I got my shirt off (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm
they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
Running from your problems like you playing tag
Deciding to ignore them so you take a nap
But in the moment that you wake up, hit you like a super
a little bit
About what's going on
No I, wasn't born a guardian angel
Side by side we can do it together
We'll pull through it and
We'll make our problems
the signal
Right by design
Calling out the signal
When the cat comes home with bad news
No cream, no shirt, no shoes
Roll it over so the freeze frame
Will
my debt is through new house and shoes
But for now I got
99 problems
But a bitch is not one
So you not one
You know the code we live by
Doing anything
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