Shakespeare
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High thinkin', I don't do no love, baby Felt her ego back sinkin I told her that I had some damn reasons I can get you whacked, dawg, just by my pinkie What's up Machete on that Glock again You gon' have to cut your hand Everybody call you when you up, when you up again Shit, shit, shit Seen people die that was close to me I'm high in the air with a vulture be Too many people wanna notice me But they ain't even notice me But I'm lovin' this bitch, but it can't be true She tellin' me lies, so I had to slide through This bitch told me that her phone dead But that message went turnin' blue My thoughts gettin' loud I think the blunt takin' over me I just got so high Threw the ashes in the Rose tree Intuition kickin' in I think it's takin' over me But intuition kickin' in He not where he's supposed to be Caught him on the lane, lane three Have a baller spree But pull the racks out Now we finna have a spinnin' spree Niggas claimin' who they used to be Oh shit, nigga Niggas claimin' who they used to be Old news, nigga Big money, big bills We just big blues, nigga F*ck around this game Get your gang and hit your crew, nigga I don't do no talkin My gang gon' pull up when we get to two, nigga Jackin' on 20, 20, 20, 20, 22, nigga Oh shit, mad about the money Niggas caught the flu nigga Old nigga, mad about the hunnids You used to be young too, nigga How you mad We growed up and got our paper right But it felt like my pocket got stung by a bee how it Blew up overnight Oh yeah, uh, overnight You niggas mad about the hunnids And they keep runnin Your bitch gon' keep on countin' it up for a nig And it's gon' keep runnin' on Like a motherfuckin' bank teller I just told that bitch Yeah, you got your rank better See, with that lame nigga Told that ho do better But how you gon' lie and cry But how you gon' have that butterfly tattoo but never fly But how you gon' tell them lies On some other lies And now you're tryin' to tell your side But I ain't hearin' your side Cause you just lyin' to a nigga who got racks Oh, you try to block me Cause you think I'm comin' back But I got racks Yeah, the rack's full And I ain't comin' back My pockets stay full And I told you it's Stuff like a stuffed crust You can have the edge of my love like the crust But this shit is On seven
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