Weed 'Em Out

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You know my brother used to explain to me back in the day
Why his circle used to be so small
And I used to tell myself
Every day
Why mine should be too
I think I gotta get back to that
I’m the Token child
42 on my back and I’m on the Dodgers
Feeling like Neo
Got shots
I’m a dodge ‘em
No hiding my truth, no Hillary Rodham
Feeling like Ash, caught the haters, I got ‘em
On some Drake Fake Love shit
They vibe change everyday thinkin that they run shit
And I love it when they think they above shit
But they bump this shit behind closed doors
'Cause they know that they want this
So I’m tryna understand why they front this
Lennon-jealous 'cause their shit don’t hit
Gettin' their fellas tryna get me to quit
Tryna hate instead of tryna spit
And like a boxing match with they hands behind they back
I’m comin with the dumb hits
I see the
(Snakes in my grass
Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)
I got
(Snakes in my grass
Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)
Haters in my present and past
I wanna leave 'em here and there
But I know they never gonna last
Tryna stick with me here and there
My fans think this is soul food
And for the rest, I bet this’ll troll you
Got hands I bet you'll fold too
I warned you that I’m gonna own you
It just doesn’t settle with them that I’m just doin what I’m s’posed to
Tryna be the water to oust my fire, but I’m sayin
That is what you won’t do
So, I got to
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
(Yeah)
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
('Cause I gotta)
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
They praying on my downfall
Tried to take my legs and I still crawled
Tried to knock me down but I stand tall
I got grace so I won’t fall
No
Just backup
Tryna step to me 'cause you sacked up
But I’m a run you outta every town
You better keep that stick on your shoulder packed up
Bitch
I know we’ve had our differences but that’s bullshit, it ain’t important
All bullshit aside, I'm proud of him, he come a long way
I'm finna snap
'Cause I got the power
Feelin J. Cole
A nigga High for Hours
They settin' all the traps
Then hide and cower
'Cause my sauce is kinda bold
Like sweet and sour
I said I’m starting to feel tall
I could swear that my knee grows
Cuz I’m just tryna ball with my fam and my negroes
Not with these land-ridden Nemo’s
So thirsty, needin’ H-Three-O
Can’t spare no food, no C-notes
I see a lot of open mouths, but there's some I gotta choose
That I can’t turn to feed those
They told me
Stick to the nine to five
Stick to the lower drive
No
(Oh, I)
I'm sick of the other guys
Stirring up another guise
Woah
(Yeah, yeah)
But I bet it’s silence if I stuck a stick right between your eyes
I'm not about that life
But get me mad
You’ll be surprised
I'm a die for my girl and the music, watch me
I'm thinkin martyr, you thinkin Kamikaze
I'm the greased up deaf guy, and you thinkin you caught me
I can’t sellout, can’t say that they bought me
You don’t belong on a disk even though you floppy
Can’t be original because you copy
Gonna have to pop me
As far as I’m concerned, it’s the only way to stop me
(A'ight)
(Snakes in my grass
Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)
I got
(Snakes in my grass
Mower’s out, cuttin' up they ass)
Haters in my present and past
I wanna leave 'em here and there
But I know they never gonna last
Tryna stick with me here and there
My fans think this is soul food
And for the rest, I bet this’ll troll you
Got hands I bet you'll fold too
I warned you that I’m gonna own you
It just doesn’t settle with them that I’m just doin what I’m s’posed to
Tryna be the water to oust my fire, but I’m sayin
That is what you won’t do
So, I got to
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
(Yeah)
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
('Cause I gotta)
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
Weed 'em out
They praying on my downfall
Tried to take my legs and I still crawled
Tried to knock me down but I stand tall
I got grace so I won’t fall
No
Just backup
Tryna step to me 'cause you sacked up
But I’m a run you outta every town
You better keep that stick on your shoulder packed up
Bitch
I mean, look where he's at now
That's motivatin' as hell to me
He been chasing his dream for so long

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