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    That good times can be a trap
    Oh yea?
    Oh hell naw
    Check myself intro rehab
    Yeah, um... I might die before I detox
    You piece of shit
    Now that's a bar
    I'm gonna save that one for a little bit
    Now let me come with something else, you feel me?

    This air jordon on my flip-flops
    And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop
    I might die before I detox
    This ain't high-school, no little asian I can cheat off
    We keep chiefing while police watch
    Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the weed spot
    And heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops
    Chasing after gangsters but they never find the g spot

    I'm reporting like I die tomorrow
    At the rate I'm getting high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow
    But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow
    As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow
    She'll be smiling by tomorrow
    Everything will be so fine tomorrow
    Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
    Come say hi tomorrow

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    Hello
    And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
    And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
    Here I am
    Oh... I know you see me
    Here I am
    Yeah... And I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am!

    I'm the only suicidal motherfucker with a smile on
    Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent song
    The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
    Everybody, grab a fucking number, this a dieathon
    Oh I'm the bomb, literally back away, I'm the bomb
    Let me get my line on
    85 Grand get you a heavy ass wrist
    They ain't killin' they just yellin', that's it

    A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff
    On the phone probably yellin' out rich
    Say, double the money, please, double the money
    Triple the problems, double the money
    They was all laughing, wasn't that funny
    I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junky
    The u-s of a, I fuck with my country
    But uncle sam could never teach me how to dougie

    I'm thinking till my brain pops
    Spitting as a cake walk
    I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job
    Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop
    Everything is a-1, steak sauce

    Thank God
    God damn it
    Thank God
    Here I am and I'll be damned
    If this ain't some shit
    Here I am and I'll be damned
    If this ain't some shit

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