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I saw some kid that knew when to say fk it
Someone always caught the middle of a ruckus
Move over move over Mr. Johnny cool money
Dont you be acting tough in front of Gold diggers love
I never got caught with the apple in my pocket,
If Im gonna sport a hat, you know Im gonna c*ck it.
All out of 40s, not even 32s.
The old mans after you.
CHORUS
Hey, you got the evidence,
So its irrelevant
Its not the truth, it's black and white.
Hey you got the evidence,
So leave your bloodhounds at the door.
Im not the type of kid that you bring home to daddy,
Five pimps rolling up, bumpin in c*ckboys caddy.
Windows rolled down, smoke pouring out,
Water cooler conversations what were all about.
Im 145 but my fists move quickly,
If I dont kick your ass, we got chilly w*lly.
All out of 40s, not even 32s.
The old mans after you.
CHORUS
Always thought this last forever,
Youre never satisfied,
Youre afraid of what youre after,
Maybe you just cant decide.
Youre accusing me of changing,
Maybe Im changing too.
I just cannot bear to lose
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