Tonalidad: A major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Nineteen,
still gettin' kicked out the crib
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Ripped off my bib, spit out my food,
hiccup and piss
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Urine burnin',
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I could smell the liquor in this
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Cats always tryna' pick up the fist
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Duff this dude out
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Rappers stoop just to get to your crib
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Now it's like who's face?
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who's warped? too sauced
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Distort thoughts, on my corpse
on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more,
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rock my slacks or my as s
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Everytime, I rap I blast- off
Back when I catch Cor', I always
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had sports
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Dippin' on cops in my track shorts
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So tell my mom I ahad to make it right
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I lie every night about the lime-
light so I could lie at night
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And tell my Pops' I
gotta' take advice
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Keep my head screwed on tight,
abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion type
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A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin'
hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never losing hype,
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no
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It's Ratking and I do it right
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Ratking, yeah, I do it nice, woah
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Bitch, I skated before I rapped it You'd take
Verse 2
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me before your captain
Bet twenty hots on your Daddy
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To someone go Nolia Clap them,
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probably cold and passive
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Cause' Pops' was the one
that got to me
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Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered,
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it's action
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I was kinda' out the game,
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I'ma put the quarter right back in the slot
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In 09', we took the 7 to the
Dussy 17 to the block
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Bitch, if yo' nigga had Su preme,
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we was the reason he copped it
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And nowadays,
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I'm on a hustle lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't
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trip if it's a hit and run
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I got to go cause' I don't do
the crying bro
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She Mario, I'm tryna' keep
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the whining to a minimum
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Pig gies come,
bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
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Find me some Indica,
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nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
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The room spinnin',
finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
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Got the chin wagon,
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slim chances of me getting up
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After this, mind in the trash next to where
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my fuckin' passion went
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Doc's fanatics,
half- a- Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or more
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Brick out on the tour,
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got kicked out of the morgue
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Spit cattle manure shit, shit,
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rally the Horsemen
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Tally the corpses
Outro 1
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