Key: E minor
Verse 1
you'll turn into a zombie!
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Cause niggas go to court, take the stand
Hold their hands high,
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When you hold court in the street,
But we keep fiends
Street dreams
In the rough
Batted up
Sweet dreams
Going to the store to get
I'm not the one, let mom pop ya
half a mil, nine choppers
hypnotist, psychologist
Zanotti my shoes,
But when it's over,
it's over,
toothpaste can't go back in the tube
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but be trappin' for food
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reminiscent of poltergeist
Things'll get better,
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F
heard that all my life
Jamila from the third floor,
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the bitch suck with all the might, alright
went all night with the 3rd floor hoe
distributin',
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we taste cut, cook baggin' ain't nothin'
better than crooks with cabbage
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fuck lookin' average, stay fly till I die
yes, I'm stuck with lavish
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I be dumpin' metal the short bus at 2 .30,
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man I'm somethin' special
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stop and flee
What's next?
Them niggas call the cops on me
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Real estate is great, yes, no monopoly
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We kicked it like the soccer league, she I
I'm like Socrates, squares in my circle,
now my triangles are societies
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Mission impossible, nah, not even probably
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the prophets say I'm a prophecy
Feds with binoculars,
and Miss Rose apartment taping us
How foul is she?
Me, Nicki or Valerie,
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I like Mickey and Mallory
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Oh yeah, because of our kids
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF Ebm Bbm Abm
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