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Tryna run away got me pissed off Give it to me in the paint they just too small Running outta breath I might fall getting to hard We don't talk to cops if I drop who would you call Call me messy imma rec I can't hold it in I be busy stay direct when I talk to twin Lil heavy big belly but I always win Swear I'm going back to Cali feeling like I'm BIG Don't get it twisted cause I'm known to spit a nice game Know I'm in limit but don't think that I don't got range Shooting from the corner probably think I'm talking 2k But I let it go on the spur like I'm heat ray Big bank take lil kinda touche Not a player kinda feel like Bobby Boucher More green more scenes talking blu-ray Tell me what I need imma fiend what would you say I forgot to let you know I'm from the Eastside I would never drop my loc because I keep mine Build the pressure till it blow we let the heat rise Tell me what you see I'm feeling weak I need some me time I need some me time I'm gone make it work and so I keep trying Tried to leave me in the dirt thought I would keep crying But I just clocked out of work I need some me time Thought it was simple but it seems it's always getting hard Power getting to yo head you not the one in charge Never talk if you in debt cause not really living large I'm the one who finna blow we on mission mars Yeaaa We on mission Mars Ion wanna be the richest or become a star I just wanna feel the spirit when I'm spitting bars I'm the strongest one to lift it cause the weight is large I need some me time I'm gone make it work and so I keep trying Tried to leave me in the dirt thought I would keep crying But I just clocked out of work I need some me time

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