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Minus in degrees
I got that freeze knowledges
I cheat college
Teacher bleacher
Bitch I speak modest
I'm beats minded
Get lost in my sheet nonsense
Sponsored by drugs and 40s I'm a keys monster
I try to keep my smile on my face and tears dripping down my pen
Can't afford a dry tooth, base it on a Benz
Forget about friends, see them once a gen'
Nine to tens for an ounce of gin
Every now and then
I feel important
Then I feel like muerte
In code with
Everything but moi tsé
C'est fucké
Dot pulled me out of some shit I went through
And Compton felt like a place a man knew
I got homies
Still repping brayolas
In n out the pen
Wanna stand out with mandolas
Focus on the stains
Too much saturation
Look for validation
You be lacking patiences
For real

I close my eyes to look in yours
I get so high
I'm tryin' to know
(I'm tryin' to know)
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