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Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Yeah
Always
wondered
why
niggas
envied
me
(Ye-ah)
Your
bitchy
attitudes
and
remarks
just
never
offended
me
(Nah)
Know
your
identity
before
you
try
to
pretend
to
me
(Yeah)
In
tune
with
the
enemy,
so
my
enemy
won't
be
the
end
of
me
(Yeah)
Hands
on
the
wheel
I
hold
them
ten
to
three
I'm
riddin'
filthy
(Filthy)
In
a
sense
that's
why
they
find
me
guilty
(Woo)
Riddin'
Shotty
is
my
homie
in
the
future
he'll
probably
try
to
kill
me
But
presently
that
thought
I
find
it
silly
To
my
surprise,
the
thought
of
my
demise
is
fantasised
Amongst
niggas
who
plan
to
rise
You
can't
trust
a
friend's
a
feelin'
you
can't
describe
(shit)
Now
I
meditate
with
my
heat
tucked
In
a
McLaren
tryna
self
medicate
with
my
seats
up
Demonstrate
how
these
streets
tough
Just
keep
up
I'm
in
a
space
let
me
reiterate
Never
celebrate
with
your
re-up
dummy
(Come
on)
You
half
stepping
pick
yo'
feet
up
sonny
The
last
second
to
the
speak
up
for
me
Just
do
the
math
See
who'll
laugh
when
you
finally
slip
up
Why
should
you
keep
a
nigga
down
That
you
finally
could
lift
up?
(Why?)
Your
brother
came
to
you
and
said,
he
gon'
need
him
a
quick
plug
You
denied
him
And
then
he
watched
you
throw
ones
in
a
strip
club
(damn)
Hate
in
his
eyes
while
you
showin'
this
bitch
love
'Cause
the
money
wasted
on
shorty
he
uses
to
flip
drugs
I
give
up
Where's
all
this
loyalty?
Let
switch
it
You
give
him
the
money,
he
buys
the
drugs
Gets
locked
and
now
he
needs
lawyer
fees
(damn)
So
before
you
say
all
them
niggas
hatin'
(Uh
huh)
Don't
place
yourself
inside
the
situation
(Smart)
Yeah
Try
to
avoid
it
when
the
shit
is
waitin'
(Why?)
You
gave
him
hell
now
come
and
sit
with
Satan
Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Ye-ah
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