Tonart: F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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tro was
nutmegged one Saturday night
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Stay tuned till we made a stroke
of death with the knife
This is life like what enters my life
when I write or recite
All the knowledge I've
learned over flights
And I'm hyped,
my fam united over the mic
What a sight, this for y 'all,
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but really it's nothing nice
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What a price you gotta pay,
giving energy from your life
But I will not complain,
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cause I pray for this every night
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Check Morgan on my t -shirt,
but I ain't come to college
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It's the past, before I hit my class,
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I gotta hit my weed first
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I do it at my leisure,
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she like the way I'm rappin', good wood
So I told her keep it polished,
till her knees hurt
Fuck her, she like the research,
get it together
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Ass around, ain't know my name,
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I probably hit the professors
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I ain't never have to lie
if I ain't sittin' attendance
I gotta show, I gotta go,
and I ain't sit for the
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lectures
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She in the bed, shaved legs,
this is how we do it
Rough ride to bed,
then she hit the booth
for the movement
I go berserk and I'm certain
with every line
That my mind shares equivalence
with a mine
Passin' all the snakes
who mistakenly try to climb
Hear the voice gettin' moist,
don't play with me and my dime
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How can I touch a classic
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like this with honor?
Cause my mama was the one
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he was talkin' bout in pa jamas
I'm on a dime, hit my line
while the Vic hit my bitch up
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Pay that because he stay
strapped on the pickup
I really had the game on smash
and never glitched up
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Kept the dope around
but never on for any slip ups
This is how we move on campus,
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Involuntary from the diaphragm
like a hiccup
Yeah I'm talking you and your man,
get your shit up
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If you ain't got no money to give me
then get your bitch up
I'm done talking, fuck rapping,
was cautious
Tuition for serving them niggas
was done off me
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Never sold wholesale nigga,
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I crunched all of them
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I've been being so upfront,
it's the blunt talking
and then hate you the next
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I love you one thing,
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and then hate you the next
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Oh, that's right, that's right,
that's right, that's right, that's that's
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The un defeated champion, oh, yeah
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Peanut butter seats with
the chocolate frosting
Sliding to the function for DJs to offer
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I'm feeling like Ghost with
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Step on my shits and
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kill the whole party
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Shawty do this, shawty do that,
When I stepped in, brothers got jacked
Gooses on with me, mugs,
whole team thugs
Her name got nines
and shorty packed up
like three snubs
I'm clean as a whistle,
mink to the floor, shit juice
Drippin' shits came straight
out the forces
Spilled like funded on the wine,
no more sauces
Put a red logo on your hat like Boston
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Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw, huh?
Knock through the back door,
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guess who they saw, huh?
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Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw,
Knock through the back door,
guess who they saw, huh?
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Yeah, oh, oh, that's right, that's right,
you know who you rockin' with
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Like that, like that, yeah,
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it's like that, it's like that
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That groove -ness, that funk -ness,
that funk -ness, yeah
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Ah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah
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