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buddy - ain't fair lyrics

ain’t fair lyrics
part i

[intro]
yeah, yo

[verse]
lifestyle of the young and the restless
wreckless slingin’ marijuana to mescaline
momma told me i shouldn’t mess with them
but i confess them n+ggas some of my best friends back then
daddy told me i couldn’t trust them
gotta get from round all the yes men
had to adjust when i’m alone is when i start to reflect and sh+t got me all vexed, i’m wonderin’ what’s next
this just in, f+cked a b+tch in back of the westin
was takin’ the back streets, all this dirty money attract me
no, i won’t bе given the scr+ps to thesе hoes
i’m packin’ these shows in j+panese clothes
leavin’ lax, then i’m back at heathrow
oxtails soon as i’m back on pico
never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin’ the racks
these n+ggas don’t even be livin’ they raps, nah
lifestyle of the black and the rich in this b+tch
you see this thing on my wrist, i’m the sh+t
when i was younger it was only a wish
now i can’t take a p+ss without somebody comin’ takin a pic
poppin bottles, rollin’ up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage
and drownin’ my pain in the champagne
got me reminiscin’ on back in the day
talkin’ about back in the day, back when we was baggin’ it up
had a lil’ bit of money, started stackin’ it up
these days thought they would love to see me packin’ it up, that’s what’s up
took it from the hood to hollywood, now i’m actin’ up
still have yet to meet another n+gga that i could trust
n+ggas stay throwin’ salt, throwin’ shots from the black trucks
and takin’ them shots like it’s starbucks
ain’t the only one had it hard that end up breakin’ the law
but that sh+t got me all emotionally scarred, still i evolve
this for all my n+ggas low ridin’, we got the bounce
this for all my n+ggas that’s flockin’, we in the house
this for all my n+ggas from compton, we want it now
this for everybody, ayy
[chorus]
it ain’t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
nah, it ain’t fair (ain’t fair) out here (out here)
out here (out here), yeah
it ain’t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
nah, it ain’t fair (ain’t fair) out here (out here)
out here (out here), out here (out here)

[verse 2]
lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
h+ll or heaven, seventh letter predecessors
they can never, another level
never settle, i embody machiavelli
i get better, i get better, i get better, i get better
i been dancin’ with the devil, god dammit i said it
takin’ drugs and etcetera singin’ “figaro, figaro”
watch me finger roll up the kush
no, i’m not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass
i got some homies from the hood that’ll blast on that ass
i got some b+tches poppin’ up from the past tryna smash me
they don’t know i was down bad just last week
momma hit me up and she asked me

[outro]
said “baby what you gon’ do about it”
“tell me what you gon’ do about it”
“baby what you gon’ do about it”
“tell me what you gon’ do about it”
“baby what you gon’ do about it”
“tell me what you gon’ do about it”
“tell me what you gon’ do”
part ii

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high
(what you gon’ do about it? what you gon’ do about it?)
yeah, yo

[verse]
the beat got me hypnotized
goin’ through my twitter timeline desensitized
all i see is bad b+tches and hoes, rap n+ggas with dough
while the hood gettin’ gentrified, sh+t
open your eyes open the blinds
look outside and watch as the dry leaves catch fire

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high
i’m gettin’ ya high, i’m gettin’ ya high

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