Bumping OPN, I grip my FN inside my left
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Rapper look like Papa Doc my dope right to the Eminem
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F*ck the free world, bitch come here
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Go ahead bring me to life like Evanescence
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Pistol pregnant put it up on him bitch lets end the sentence
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In my dressing room relaxing 100 proof my cup is empty
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40k go gon' and spend it, trust stock raises my obsession
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You seem mad bitch, go on address it
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You hate SESH 'cuz how you living
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Almost 40 still got nothing
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I can see just why you bugging
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Why not do some? Why not do some?
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Why not take a chance and prove 'sum
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Got nothing but time to waste
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So why not spend a little and move up?
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In the world, the clock is ticking
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Your heart beat, but is you living
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Yeah, you pour, but is you sipping
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Is you being honest with yourself or trippin'?
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I think both, I think so
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Drop and dip like adios
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I do 'nuff you do the most
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Still your brain gets nowhere close
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Cemetery veteran in my section, I'm the chosen ghost
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Put a slug in his back and leave him rotting, now he comatose
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On the phone talking to my broker (dice?) I need a line
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$1500 hand black jack split then double down bitch that's how we climb
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I don't know just what I'm doing, I'm just moving with the flow
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Life turns to death, and the blunt turn to smoke
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What?
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