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I'm picky with words I edit my verses You bet if I said it, I said it with purpose I'm just not a regular person Hard to sympathize with Early I hug the wall like a mural Need percocets in plural Young nigga lost in the world, just spent up all of my euros I don't have time for you girls, that's why I be with my girl I give her dick and she gives referrals All of these hoes, it's just me in a jersey I'm playing the venue, see that's what my work is No need to research me, boogeyman is the I.D. for my work I know that you heard of me Wait for your sleep then your feet feel a jerk We on a murder spree This is a burglary Taking your soul and the bling off your shirt Like we rehearsed and the screaming don’t work We got your mafuckin' dream in a hearse We make it work Cut the loose ends No new friends So I'm always lonely Even if he shakes yo' hand That don't make that man your homie SongtexteMaybe cause I'm up right now while all these hoes on me Maybe cause I'm up right now while all these bitches on me Can't forget what they told me Fuck em My older homie told me Fuck ‘em, motherfuck 'em My momma told me nigga Fuck 'em, motherfuck 'em I say fuck 'em, fuck 'em Aus Songtexte Mania