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[Verse 1] [Am]I grew up all alone, my mom and dad fightin' I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fightin' I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphers I did a lot of writin'− Watch my uncles duck indictments I'm used to ramen noodles, [C]victims of [Am]mental illness Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits Don't judge me by appearance (I moved to California) Started gettin' paid (Nigga, you broke,) shit's already borin' Dashin' to the money like a hyphen Fuck a pipe dream, man, had this shit when I was in my diapers Burnin' through my diapers, hot shit It was hot shit, back when niggas lookin' for the Loch Ness Stuck 'round dip spittin' assholes, make they [Bb]mamas [Am]bashful Got holes [Bb]in my po[Am]ckets so my shoes full of cash though Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim but I could act though I was playin' rock paper scis[Em]sors with imaginary friends Imagine havin' [Am]no friends, ay I was playin' rock paper scis[G]sors with imaginary [Am]friends, [Em]ay Imagine havin' no [Am]friends, man I was playin' rock paper scis[Em]sors [Am]with imaginary friends Imagine havin' no friends, [Em]man... ay, ay Imagine hav[Am]in' no friends, man
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