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Yeah, waitin’ in the mud for the train (f**k) I’m a hundred miles up, two hundred dollars down Boogie man on a bike in a block full of clowns (Ain’t it funny how not a damn thing changed) Yeah, that should be me in that range That should be me in that range I got range b*t*h, I got range b*t*h I got a blade on the pulse and I’m drained Take your life Still searching for the answers (Whoa) Waiting for the dancers to arrive I should sit this one out Cracks in the jewel case Speaking in tongues, I walk with dogs I cannot see the light, still Cross me out, cross me out Chateua with the fish bones Dish pan with the guts in it I drive a drop top limousine You could park a motherf**king bus in it Ginger ale with the grenadine Stretch the dough with some semolina I do it all for my family But I don’t think they got Facetime in heaven If I move different when its my time to leave I just hope they send you this message I just hope they send you this message Your call has been forward to an automated voice messaging system, at the tone please record your message When you’ve finished recording you may hang up or press 1 for more options How are you gonna talk about eating the rich on one song and then talk about all that ice on your wrist (inaudible) on another? That sh*t don’t make any sense You broke and you sound dumb And if I ever catch you out and about, imma rough you up something fierce, pal, and that’s on my daddy This is for Will Crooks and if this is not his number can somebody tell him that Tony said, “Will Crooks is a f**king coward” Do not call me back
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