| Atomic dog, this my monologue
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| Tryna cut that critic 'cause they had a cause
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| When they see you, I see they whole entourage
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| They don’t come around, were you on the frost?
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| They say that you changed, were you workin' hard?
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| Hey,
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| All up in my brains like
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| Guess these bitches done found me on they sonar
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| 'Cause they know I stay awake, seize the, break a chain
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| I can make it theee when I make a mess
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| two to the chest
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| When she throw that neck, that’s two to the chest
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| I’m just tryna see who my new rip best
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| Gettin' to the money like slick, I’mma do it the best
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| 'Cause they all OG, no frontin'
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| Came in the game like, «This nigga can’t lose nothin'?»
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| I’m just tryna see where they hit that gouda
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| Keep playin' clench yo noodles
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| One thing’s for sure, two’s for certain
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| Put ice on my torch and this bitch stay burnin'
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| I stay earnin' eat
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| Hustlin' brave for the days I done don’t
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| Rough up
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| Suited up the buildin', got y’all niggas movin'
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| Thank God for my way, I found one
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| Niggas don’t DM where I’m from
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| Hoes in the roof where I’m from
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| Got where I’m from but no, son
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| Hoes speak
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| hit the house where I’m from
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| Bird baths livin' life with no outcome
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| Dirty knives livin' like just two, take one
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| Cursed paths strip to feed their kids with no ass
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| At the end of the night she end up with no cash
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| Niggas rob they arms where I’m from
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| Red bags, they
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| They dumb ass end up with toe tags
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| Tryna rob the nigga who upped they mag
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| Poppin' gas, every day this shit lasts
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| How long will this shit last?
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| Atomic fog
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| Fuck the runnin', get lost
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| They can’t survive on high
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| Bitch, we leave them to die
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| Atomic fog
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| Fuck the runnin', get lost
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| They can’t survive on high
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| Bitch, we leave them to die
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| Atomic fog
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| Fuck the runnin', get lost
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| They can’t survive on high
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| Bitch, we leave them to die |