2Nd Hand

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All I see is scrubs
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Face mean mugged
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On a couple drugs
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Smoke with migo plug
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FTP my blood
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Grey the fucking gang
Em
Boy, stay in your lane

[Verse I: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
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Never high, just maintain
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Hate this fame, hate this game
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Take these shoes, last a day
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Oil flowing through my veins
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Lil Remains, that make that stain
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Y'all look good in cellophane
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Mane, insane, real blade
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Swing it through your fucking brain
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I said fuck 'em, we got a problem?
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Fuck you gonna do with it? I think nada
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Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
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Popping xans to make you mad, I know you want some
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Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling
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Got an ounce of the coke, white snow floating
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River road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
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Slick tote the AK-47 stolen, woadie joscing

[Verse II: SNOWMANE]
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All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
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Bitch it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same
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Fuck the fame, fuck a lane
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Bitch I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change
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Bring out your dead and blaming it on Yung Plague
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Bitch I pull up with the K
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K9 by my right leg 'till I say OK
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K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face
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All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
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One color, two numbers
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Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder
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I'm like fuck the others
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I'ma bring the ruckus
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I might fuck your bitch
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She swears she suffers under the covers
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I'ma-I'ma-I'ma hell hound, hell bound, shawty wanna dime
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I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds, shawty said she might
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Let them bells pound, bells pound, shawty wanna cry
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I'm like fuck it every night
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Keep turning black, I close my eyes