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Got a hundred problems gotta minus 1 
And my clock just climaxed, the time has come 
F*ck with me? Well come get some 
Only grab a pen with a Midas touch 
Go stupid, go dumb, go ignorant 
Boy I ride the short bus with my penmanship 
And I'm done bein nice man it's time to move on 
Cause to me a fake smile should be frowned upon 
So get the extinguisher 
Can't handle the fire 
Get the rookies and the vets 
I'll have em all retire 
Boy I'm just kidding this is called the game 
But a lotta sore losers wanna try to play 
Always getting lit, getting baked like a cake 
That's some hoe shit, dawg stick to the rakes 
GOD DAMN 
See hold up real quick see what I'm hearing 
You ball for your block? But you wear hoop earrings 
Not gonna fear it, not judging on appearance 
But they selling out your style like the shit was on clearance 
Trend setter? OH! I was cool in high school 
But after graduation these pants feel loose 
Now Im just a dumbass 
But I do know this, They not eating good, Not claiming what they say to be 
They too farfetched, like hail marys, and your gonna need a referee 
See everything I say I mean with passion 
Feed my ego? I want a reaction? 
Play me out, like a big bad villian 
But my Boy 

I'm just chillin 
I'm just chillin 
I'm just chillin 
I'M JUST CHILLIN 

He's an asshole 
Oh really now 
See my behind always smelly talking shit behind my back 
But since you're already there might as well take some stabs 
Boy I'm sick of bitches,wheres the fix 
They wildin out, their Cannon's nick 
Was my dog, was my peoples 
Uthanized you, with a dirty needle 
They broke the piece, now it dont clique 
Just thank me later, if its over bitch 
I understand, Ill leave the subject 
The lab is done, my theories correct 
Thought this through, every aspect 
We both in the wrong, no respect 
But do this again, and I'll go off 
And it won't be a warning, start throwing shots 
On the rocks, intoxicated 
Go f*ck yourself, master bated 
You know me, no temper for a conflict 
Stuck out my neck , but I'm done playing ostrich 
We were going top, good luck at the bottom 
Go nuts like D just yelling I GOT EM 
Well look back one day 
When you see it, some day 
Or maybe never  
Oops, woe is me 
No fake smiles or appologies 
No no no sir not for me 
Old self died, so its rest in peace 
Early in the year switching minors to majors 
The beef is so thick, and you using dull razors 
How hard is the labor, to play off a player 
I played as a waiter, you tipped me a stranger 
The flow is Matt Lauer, cause where the hell is it 
Its back to the album, these conflicts are sissy 
Back to my GOOD FRIENDS, 
Back to my TRUE friends 
Back to the only ones who I can actually f*ck with

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