| We are not the same, I am too reckless,
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| I’m not tryna go in that direction,
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| These niggas, they been doin' too much flexin',
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| And they’re about to call the wrong attention.
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| And I ain’t got no patience, no more testin',
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| I do shit how I want, don’t need no blessing,
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| XO niggas ain’t nothing to mess with,
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| Nobody stoppin' us, oh no, we’re destined.
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| And everybody around, you is so basic,
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| I’m never rockin' white, I’m like a racist,
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| I don’t drink my liquor with a chasing,
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| And money is the only thing I’m chasin',
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| And some dope dimes on some coke lines,
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| Give me head all night, cum four times,
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| Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound,
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| Do an ounce, get some dick,
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| Tell her friends about it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell them what you know, what you seen,
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| How I roll, how I did it on the low.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell them what you know, what you seen,
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| How I roll, how I be off that coke.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| I’m that nigga with the hair,
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| Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill.
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| Last year I did all the politicin',
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| This year I’m all focused on the vision,
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| I think these hoes deserve another fixin',
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| I’m talkin' about the ones from the beginning.
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| Don’t believe the rumors, bitch, I’m still a user,
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| I’m still rockin' camo and still roll with shooters,
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| I’m a villain in my city, I just made another killing,
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| I’ma spend it all on bitches.
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| And everybody fuckin', everybody fuckin',
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| Pussy on the house, everybody fuckin',
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| And I miss my city, man, it’s been a minute,
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| M.I.A. |
| a habit, Cali was the mission.
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| Cruise through the West End in my new Benz,
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| I’m just tryna live life through a new lens,
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| Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
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| When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell them what you know, what you seen,
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| How I roll, how I be on the low.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| I’m that nigga with the hair,
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| Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill.
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| My cousin said I made it big and it’s unusual,
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| She tried to take a selfie at my grandma’s funeral,
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| Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems,
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| Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon.
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| I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke,
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| I used to roam around the town when I was homeless,
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| Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans,
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| And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix.
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| Now we get faded, when we want, girl, we got choices,
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| Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices,
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| And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices,
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| They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless.
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| Yeah, that shit is pointless,
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| They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless,
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| Yeah, that shit is pointless,
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| It’s only meant to fall in love,
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| That shit is pointless.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell them what you know, what you seen,
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| How I roll, how I be off that coke.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| About it.
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| Go tell your friends about it,
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| I’m that nigga with the hair,
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| Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill.
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| Life so trill,
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| Life so trill,
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| Life so trill.
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| The Weeknd —. |