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Drake] Hey Yo I`m Lost Can You Tell Me Going On In The Streets How It Feel To Count While You Palmin` The And Yes I For A 16 You Did 16 I Heard That Shit And Only Wanted The Beats (It`s True)
But Fuck The Money And The Cars I Drive To Set And Fuck The Thats Lying To All The Guys They Met (Fuck All Of That) And Fuck The On My Songs And The On The Table Or Basically Just Fuck Everything You Strive To Get
And It`s The Of Resolution I`m It In Here If I Copy Flow, You Mimicing His Career And The Same Money We Hearing You Giving To You Need To Be To Littles To Give Him Some Clarity (What Up Littles)
Cuz Thats Your Homeboy I He`s Owed That Much Him Pressing 25 Don`t Mean You Sold That Much And Breana, I Mean To Alarm Ya But You To Get Outside The Car To Shoot This In Parma (Tony!)
You Act Like You Hood And Hood Niggas`ll Ya And This Is Not Hating My We Call It Karma But Yo Thuglife, Show Me Where That Be Yes I Took A El On My Own And Didn`t Damage Me You Try To Cover Up Your Lies Like A And Try To Pull 17 Year Olds Down In (I Know About It)
And We Got It Out For You We Just Saying That Nobody Vouch For You Nope, Nobody Is Willing To Give A Cosign (Nobody) And You Even Sell Blow, You Just Blow Time You Can`t Get A Factor Grant So Rapping, Go Fix Parts At A Tractor Plant (Damn)
And Here Tetely T You One Of The Seven Standing Next To Me You Probably Snitching In Court, Then The Plea And I You Paying These Women And I Sex For Free (What Up Sweetheart)
But Dog, How Did Start How We Get To This We All Got Doing Bids Mr. Wishheart (What Up Cam) It`s Not To Use Another Nigga`s As A Threat Tho` I You A Bitch, I Heard A Seven Man Echo
You I Hustle, My Source For Currency Coke Saying You Never Moving It And Currently Broke And You Risk Doing Crack Time And Hang Black Crime Just So You Can Have Something To Say In You Rap
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But, I Don`t Admire You Short Tell Tall Tales Good Riddance Aristo I Just You!