I go to sleep wide awake and I wake up tired
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You niggas go to sleep as rappers and wake up fired
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If this is the first thing you hearing that makes you already late
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This is perfect, I start with all things I hate, lot like this
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I hate people that follow trends and wear the same fashion
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I don't like people that hear whack music and say it's classic
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I hate when people bring up, teach me how to jerk
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'Cause now my lyrics merk and they just salty I'm amazing at it
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Bring it back, it's time for me to address stress over these niggas
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I'm having a hard time getting impressed over these niggas
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I think that you're gonna hear this and think that it's a negative song
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When you should just change and prove my negative's wrong
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Moving on, I hate people that don't rep their home town in fear of being lame
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Y'all said it, I hate people that don't rep their home town in fear of being lame
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The game don't change 'cause it's like so many people try to be whole in fear of being dame
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As these new boys wings get clipped by the new young guns of the game
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So don't crisscross my words, nigga, you don't hear this from California
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So I just we're just outcasts, now can you smell the stink on you?
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What the fuck is up? These niggas fucking nuts off of that endo, not even a little
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Nigga, this is the intro and your problems are stronger than your legs
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And you can't run very far so grab your sins and your friends and come as you are
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Heavenly Father, please keep Satan far from my path
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And keep these fake frauds and trifling broads away from my stash
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They say when you give, don't give to receive and give what you feel
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So if I'm gonna give y'all anything, I'm gonna give y'all everything
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Now close your eyes and picture this crib with no grass in the front
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With a Ford Taurus in the driveway with no gas'
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All the way to school momma asking if I'mma pas or gonna flunk
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'Cause I sit in class writing raps all day 'cause I got the passion to stunt
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But I didn't need no class to pass 'cause I know the math
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Used to rock my ' inside out just to show the town
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Southern California where them light skin bitches know they bad
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From the area where niggas love their mommas but don't know they dance
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But momma raised me well, all by herself
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Even though we used to bump heads, I be pissed off on that bunk bed
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Slamming doors, talking slick, acting like I'm running shit
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Party jumping on the weekend but I'm stuck on punishment
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Get fed up and I move out, her pride high, she let me go
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So work with H Team, my big homie, he help me go
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Told me get to the music, be careful who you trust
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Two things you better not ever give that's up or a fuck, nigga, what
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So I teamed up with Aqua, seen the top we made, the plot to take the spot
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Like fucking not, we kicking doors and breaking locks
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Deep lockdown, Pete got so many styles, kissing bitches that look like Jada Pinkett
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She Gucci wow, wow, now
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Since we made it, jerk it, it's on the world, we repped in like white boy sign
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They can't rap, it's all these discussions, hoe you mean to tell me
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Since we dance our music ain't bumpy?
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'Cause please, let's not forget, 2Pac was on stage humpty humping
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Back up dancing like 'when in fact he was good at singing that
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Just to say your judgment ain't best, just shooting gap
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I pray to Christ and wish my haters confusion, I eat nine on nine, forever lost in the music
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Come as you are
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