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[Verse 1]
Fast lane-livin’, bad thing givin’ brains
From the passenger side of the ride while I drive
And I swerve, vision blurred, make it hard to observe
Blame the liquor I absorb, and plus I’m high as God
Why is it, Lord, that I can’t seem to slow the whip down?
The same boy standin’ up when them teachers told him, „Sit down”
Look, now, I done growed up and still don’t follow rules
Caught the blues, nigga, hold up, y’all still don’t got a clue
To all the cool niggas from high school that still ain’t doin’ shit
‘Member when y’all used to fuck niggas up till they blue and shit?
Now your ass broke as a joke and them niggas doin’ it
Funny how the tables turned and life, nigga, you ruined it
Three kids that never see they daddy
‘Less he need a dollar from his baby mama
And y’all still don’t wear a condom, is you stupid, nigga?
Fallin’ in love with these hoes, is you Cupid, nigga?
You better learn ‘fore you burn, boy
See, me stay on top of my game, David Stern, boy
Did this dirt like worms
Now my mom was more concerned with the future
Y’all niggas stuck in neutral
This a city where police tryin’ to shoot ya
The army tryin’ to recruit ya
I’m here to get ya higher, baby, so this here’s the booster
I’m tryin’ to be the king, nigga, this that Martin Luther
Shit is crucial, now let me introduce ya to the real
From the ‘Villes, still pourin’ liquor ‘fore my niggas killed
[Verse 2]
Bustin’, I’m goin’ numb
Sting like a bee, float like it’s Noah’s ark
You know it’s hard, flow is sharp like I’m blowin’ darts
Niggas bear with me
These hoes out here lookin’ like some spare kidneys
They give it up, how gracious, ass outrageous
Up in the club, you could spot her, a Dalmatian
Say she found God, but to me she found Satan
She only gettin’ hotter, what’s good with the Ramada then?
Got a game tighter than them jeans her ass hidin’ in
I got that D, baby, ain’t talkin’ vitamins
She said, “That’s cool, nigga, but can you buy the Benz?”
She playin’ niggas like a violin
I hit that ass just a little more violent
She hittin’ notes, then I’m ghost like it’s Shaolin
I’m on the prowl, maybe soon I’ll throw the towel in
Until that day’s found, this is my playground, nigga
[Verse 3]
What do I got to do to prove to you
I’m not the dude for you to just try to fool with?
Niggas ain’t got a clue, bitch, niggas wanna bullshit
Don’t know that my crew thicker than these cute bitches
We normally knockin’ boots with
Too slick to grip, my nigga, just stop that
That verse was so old that I done forgot that
But now I come off the top with the hot raps
Niggas know you better stop that
Comin’ through, got the Glock cocked back
Nigga, I ain’t even got one
Nigga, I’m aimin’ at your face with the shotgun
Lyrically, spiritually, niggas try and mirror me
But I’m a vampire
And I’m so damn higher than the average nigga
Can you get with ya?
I just signed to Jigga, nigga, how, how you figure?
Damn, I’m slippin’ up on my words
But my verbs so sick that I never slip
Niggas know, uh, uh, please save me, XV
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