Music affects your brain
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Whether people will admit it or not
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And you don't have to be weak minded for it to do something
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All I wanna do is go harder and harder
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Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter
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To keep it one hundred, I think the industry wanna see a nigga like me depart as a martyr
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Walk in the water, the flow is immaculate
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Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it
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The track, I'm crashing it, making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident
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'Cause y'all ain't passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen
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Then I'mma tap your chin, I'm a boss, you a applicant
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Y'all cats pretend, never ever, ever rap again
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Crooked I kick it in the hood, pistol to protect me 'cause I'm figuring it could
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Homie, I'm living like a genie in a lamp
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Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would
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Killers ready to get dirty, some niggas who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30
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They quiet and ain't worthy, their firing ain't sturdy
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I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me
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So callate puto, Breaking Bad and I'm Tuco
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Got the Hublot hanging out my bulletproof coupe, though
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If you didn't, now you do know
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Yo, light that up, pour that up
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Middle finger music, throw that up
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Act like this 'cause we don't give a fuck
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We don't give a fuck
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'Cause we don't give a fuck
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Why should I, man, with my good eye
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I can see all y'all snakes so I put my
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Foot up your ass, kill 'em with success
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Look how I pass 'em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"
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Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face
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If he ain't about money then your husband a waste
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I'mma switch the scenery up to a bank
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That's how a real nigga cut to the chase
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Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up
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Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Sadam up
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Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product
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We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct
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I've been at the shit through customs since
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Man, I've been broke, I've been homeless, you packing Benz
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I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit was way past any practical math I did
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Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist
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Three-fourths day of the year, stay rap, top of the list
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Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking up big
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Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit
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'Cause I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust, get a North Hollywood home
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Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam
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All originality with a capital O
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So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul
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So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know
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That I would rob these bitches 'cause old habits die slow
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Look, I never been a punk and I never been a bitch
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So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits
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'Cause your 15's done when my 16's hit
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Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit
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Bitch, no, I did not come this far to quit, this argument is not even real
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Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and stocks and casas in hills
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All these new bitches talking but chill
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Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill
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Any of them, got plenty of friends, at any event
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I'll finish 'em off, no question, no squeal
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Yes, I am tired of all you sluts
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That been coming in the game 'cause you bought your butts
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Now you wanna claim fame 'cause some guy you fucked
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Is giving you a hood pass, should've passed you up
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But yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize, try to be more than just hoes
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Umm, thinking you sort of tight 'cause someone wrote your lines, thinking you whores have got flow
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No, you can record the lies, gimme some more so I finally listen and hear dough
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'Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a god damn year
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But don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes
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Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show
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I have been hitting the road, building my own
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Little by little but no, I do it all on my own
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Yes, I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll
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Bitch, I can show y'all the ropes
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All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry ass, stale ass bitches need those
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I don't
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Yo, light that up, pour that up
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Midd |