Tonart: C# minor
Intro 1
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Em
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I was just a, I was just a,
Verse 1
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uh
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I was just a, look at me, uh
Verse 2
a poor-ass nigga
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nigga before I turned into a poet
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Pro kids kicking the dirt,
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we playing bust 'em up, throw it
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Ain't ever been off a flat show,
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the fuck is foreign?
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All of my heroes had zeroes and
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Ain't no ho in me, boy, I ain't going
Pistol pointin', ribs showing, get the point
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Try disciplining, niggas disappointed
could've been avoided
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But they killing niggas, tryna fill the void
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Filling files in the draw
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It's a girl, it's a child, it's a boy
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In the world, tryna drown out the noise
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You heard that? You like that?
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You feel that? You do
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You serve that, make a bird bag,
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alert pack, the flu, huh
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Get a knife and get a gun too
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Hood niggas don't do kung fu
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By the junk yard, niggas jumped you
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Pull out the pump, can't punk you
Verse 3
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Uh, pull out the pump,
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can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Em
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Em
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Pull out the pump,
lil' punk bitch
Verse 4
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Okay, what's happening,
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From the land where the preachers always packing,
No, I'm never lacking shawty
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Pul pit pulls that ratchet
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Eat your heart out like it's
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Shit, where I'm from,
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everybody got a tool
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Kp said, "You post your wins,
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you got to repeat 'em again and again"
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But see I was born for greatness,
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why the hell should I pretend
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Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah,
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I fear no man, nor brandish'd steel,
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here's your fair warning
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The audacity to think that I surpassed
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them from Atlanta streets
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You must be crazy, nah,
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let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant
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I never left from Zone 4, bitch,
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But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the
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world 'fore I was touring
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Europeans raining kisses,
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out in Paris it was pouring
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Nigga, I was just Georgia where
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the gunshots was storming
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Blocka, blocka, blocka, tell the story
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If you knew the cage that I
then you salute the path (ho)
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I'm out here blazing
(can't punk me, bitch)
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Guess he thought we'd jump and run 'cause
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he was pistol waiving (bitch)
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Motherfucker, fuck the Devil, boy (ho)
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(Punk, lil' punk bitch)
Verse 5
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mop,
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Been frequenting the gunshot like
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a movie montage
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Sip this Teremana, feel it
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The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, okay,
Em
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okay, okay, okay, I kick before I knock
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This shit is real, real, kill or be killed,
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no model citizen (no)
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Suspense, still here with the blue steel,
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stray from bein' healed (woo)
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I been stealin' for the pure thrill
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Runnin' up in buildings like the
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What's life without adrenaline?
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Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch,
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some deserve worse, huh
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You get me? (Get me),
you got me (got me)
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I don't waste time on a nig
That nigga mean,
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you mean about proxy
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I don't really fuck with these
(What's up? Yeah-yeah)
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What's up, nigga? Try me,
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lot of this shit just lucky timing
(What's up? Yeah-yeah)
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What's up, nigga? Try me,
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broad day brawl and the blood look shiny
(What's up? Yeah-yeah)
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What's up, nigga? I can always
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sniff out a fuck nigga
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Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner
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Bark big but a bite is a bit bigger
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Okay, pull out the pump,
can't punk me
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Knockin' out front teeth niggas
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Touchy, niggas is aunties, ah,
Em
must be hav in' they monthly
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only Heaven can judge me
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I just be puttin' shit bluntly,
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life too hard to go out humbly
Verse 6
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Em
Uh, pull out the pump,
can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Em
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Em
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, ho
Em
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Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch
Verse 7
Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch
Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message,
my nigga
My ass in the mountain ridin' round
Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson-rolled
ass ass gon' drop that shit, nigga
You playin', what the fuck?
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