| I am out ya business |
| But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen |
| Just grind until it's finish |
| Keep 'em out ya business |
| They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky |
| Then leave out with the bitches |
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| Music, weed, and alcohol |
| I ain't have no sleep in like two days, like I'm on Adderall |
| Took her home and had a ball, breakfast with the Tylenol |
| When I say took her home, ain't talkin' 'bout my crib, nigga, not at all |
| Make me sick 'cause I'm a dog |
| Where his purse? 'Cause he a bitch |
| Nigga hate hisself, so he leave comments when he see da pics |
| I act like I ain't see the shit |
| The nigga still ain't found his self |
| I told him, fuck it, go jump off a bridge today and drown to death |
| I'on mean no harm, I'm tryna help |
| A lot of these lil' niggas in the way, tired of these niggas, so give 'em game |
| Prowl on of these niggas, I'm in the paint, fire on me while I was getting a |
| fade |
| I go to work on you niggas, I'm clocking in |
| I was focused before, now I'm locking in |
| And I'm on go and I bet I won't stop again |
| I don't want her no more, I'ma swap the Benz |
| I don't look like you, niggas, don't call me twin |
| And if my momma don't know you, don't call me "bro" |
| And ain't no hope for this mothafuckin' generation |
| Ain't no women left, you gotta find a ho |
| Ain't no real niggas left for the women either |
| Did her dirty and now that bitch getting even |
| He got comfortable and that nigga didn't see it |
| He in love with the ho, and she still a eater |
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| But I am out ya business |
| But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen |
| Just grind until it's finish |
| Keep 'em out ya business |
| They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky |
| Then leave out with the bitches |
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| But I am out ya business, nigga |
| Yeah, I am out ya business |
| I'm out there, yeah |
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| Fuck it, nigga, spend again |
| Having too much fun on these lil' beats, feel like a kid again |
| Feel just like I'm ten again |
| This shit hit like riding a bike |
| Do this shit again again (Again, again) |
| Me and her talking our shit, we in here getting it in |
| Both of us in here dripping sweat, I'm a chocolate, nigga, M&Ms |
| Walking on this shit, look how I'm talking, this shit getting serious |
| Be done punched you in yo' mothafuckin' mouth with them ole big veneers |
| I'm tha best rapper alive for the next fifty years |
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| Nigga, I am out ya business |
| But I can kick it to you, give you knowledge if you listen |
| Just grind until it's finish |
| Keep 'em out ya business |
| They probably ain't gon' frisk me, so I sneak in with the blicky |
| Then leave out with the bitches |
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| Pussy, weed, and alcohol |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Baby |
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