[Verse 1]
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Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
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Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin’ home dinners
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Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
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Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
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She not the type deserving of a throne
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Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
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Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
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I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
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Feel like a knight from England, that’s what I named my son: Knight
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He was born to be one, that’s how my game was won
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White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel’s tongue
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I’m livin’ dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
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Honey be pocket watchin’, she got a lot of options
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Hard to make up her mind decidin’ which baller to rock with
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Hot to death, slim (?), but I’m not impressed
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She got the hottest sex, so I guess I’mma just…
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Stay
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[Verse 2]
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Even though I don’t like you, next Friday night can’t wait to fight you
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Locked up I would knife you, don’t fuck with you
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Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
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I felt bad, wait, do I got love for you?
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I might kill you, but do I got love for you?
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I want you dead under 6 feet of soil
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At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
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We hate each other, but it’s love, what a thug mystery
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Years ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
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We enemies, but your hatred could never enter me
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Some seek fame cause they need validation
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Some say hatin’ is confused admiration
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Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
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Still get money, lady killer pushin’ a Bentley
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Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
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I don’t like you near bruh, but I need you to…
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Stay
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Stay
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| Nas |
