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    Yo I gotta stop smoking backwoods
    "How you doing?" and what's your motive, ho?
    I only trust these bitches bout as far as I can throw em
    Trying to pay my momma rent, figure that's just what I owe her
    I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller
    Strollin easy down this narrow path, beefin' with your scary ass
    'Preme got my little niggas cheesing off the cherry ad
    And nigga that's a great lunch, poppa
    Swamp and stomping with the skate fucks
    Heavy handing tracks until the day the fucking train come

    Raised up where every mouth that speak the truth get taped shut
    Peep the evening news my nigga, we don't do the same stuff
    Kiwis couldn't take us, boy I'm jogging around these bases
    Niggas pitches need to change, I separated from my main one
    It's just another day, another nigga's bitch to face fuck
    I been like this since the motorola razr
    What a bastard that baby was, little mad nigga missing dad
    Never praying much

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    Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch
    Take the bus, take a niggas seat like it was made for me
    I got this nigga da$h with me
    He sipping on some maple leaf
    I'm only happy when there's static in the air cause the fair weather fake to me
    Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets
    Dare a nigga think it's sweet, never, bitches funny boy,
    You berries and you honey for the bear that's here to tear and eat
    Run a niggas pockets like some errands make it hasty
    Hope the sheriff keep away from me

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    Composition: Vyron Turner and Earl Sweatshirt

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