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All black dickie suit
You're Crazy No Joke

All black, Dickie's suit
When I pull up to the funeral
My heart inside a casket, damn
I thought we was bulletproof
You let your guard down again
Hate to happen to you twin
But this time, I'ma play to win
I hit my knees and pray to God
Hope he forgive me for my sins
Cause I try not to let the devil win
But sometimes, the flesh give in
But you know how that shit go
Keep it P, get in that mode
You would think I'm fighting UFC
Done seen so many bows
You would think I work for Krispy Kreme
Done served so many o's
Pour up three zips of the red, this shit here got me moving slow
Countin' up these dead pres', I can never spell my soul
I been running up that money, I can't beef bout no hoe

Bitch left, run them racks up
Bitch left, ran that sack up
Pink slip, pull up ,that's a new car
New bitch, pull up, give me good mop
I ain't perfect but I'm working, I know I deserve it
Dark shades, feeling like I'm Ray,I'm blind to the hate
Long nights, I been on that grind, I can't waste no time
I gave you me and you played with my head
I damn near lost my mind
She like, do you want some head
Like how the f*ck you read my mind
Can't let you count me down
Fake love, keep it from round
Can't ride my wave, I bet you drown
They gon' switch up, you just stay down

Step, step, step, step
I ain't fucking with these niggas, I'll step on these niggas
Step, step, step, step
And if a nigga try and pull the Tec on a nigga
Like the ref, shoot it like I'm Steph
I had lost my heart, I got nothing left
Like I hit a homerun, I would slide by myself
Hating on a nigga, that shit bad for your health
Mr. can't be fucked with, please do not play with him
He stay to himself, but not alone, he keep that Drac with him
He stay out of the way and he just wanna get that paper up
Scarred a couple times, now I'm just scarred up by these paper cuts

All black, Dickie's suit
When I pull up to the funeral
My heart inside a casket, damn
I thought we was bulletproof
You let your guard down again
Hate to happen to you twin
But this time, I'ma play to win
I hit my knees and pray to God
Hope he forgive me for my sins
Cause I try not to let the devil win
But sometimes, the flesh give in
But you know how that shit go
Keep it P, get in that mode
You would think I'm fighting UFC
Done seen so many bows
You would think I work for Krispy Kreme
Done served so many o's
Pour up three zips of the red, this shit here got me moving slow
Countin' up these dead pres', I can never spell my soul
I been running up that money, I can't beef bout no hoe

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