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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Like we always do at this time,
Cole blowin' your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident,
Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds,
rise and shine
to drive around with yo girl
boy I spit it how I live it
So when you see me in the streets,
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'Cause I ain't got an image to uphold,
this real shit
I ain't got a gimmick,
The boy that set fire to the booth
In a game full of liars it turns
out that I'm the truth
it turns out that I'm the proof
'Cause the ones y'all thought would save
The ones y'all thought could hang
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with me can't even tie my noose
I don't rhyme I shoot
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Bang
Verse 2
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I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
my soul to take
Verse 3
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Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper,
get rich 'fore I see my life caper
Hope my mama get to see Jamaica
before she meet her maker
enough to ever be a Laker
But these words I record got me ballin',
Jordan
Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina
mixed with Gina
"Shut up, Cole!",
Homes, waddup Bo?
This is for them bitches that played me,
waddup ho?
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No I ain't mad, it's sad,
you went from bad to real bad
Two kids that don't even
know they real dad
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Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it
of livin' Villematic
y'all be talkin' 'bout the same shit
Than how I feel about it,
mama was a real addict
lyin' ass white shit you talkin'
Cole plannin' funerals,
you might fit the coffin
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Verse 4
My soul to take, my soul to take,
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my soul to take
We in two different lanes,
We in two different games,
you playin' patty cake
Brother you're lame,
you're Shane Battier
my mind run a mile a minute
My rides is tinted,
my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it
She hollerin' God,
But it's just a nigga God invented
The best out,
foolish pride'll make you not admit it
why you noddin' with it?
The hate in your blood can't stop
Now you all conflicted 'cause
my flows is wicked
And my hoes is thicker and all of
yours is pickin' me
they see a star, nigga
Ain't even got to fuck him to
know he a raw nigga
but cheer up, nigga
I'm feelin' on top like Pac
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When he slept with Madonna
Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
My nigga gonna get me out
the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I'm makin'
criminal records
Jacket so expensive you
wouldn't even try on it
The city on my shoulder, so no girl,
you can't cry on it
Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock set
Interlude 1
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