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Damn, that's so sadK-K-K, K-K-KYoung nigga, I got old cashSpazzin' on they assI got Prada on my hoe assGot my last one madPop a nigga like a damn tagShoppin' on they assI just bought a new old JagYeah, it's so fastSmokin' flocka, you a jackassAll I smoke is gasDon't you ask me where the pole atWhere your clothes at?I ain't talking 'bout my niggasDammit, but y'all tripping, tooIs it you? Damn, my niggaWhat the hell got into you?Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallwayI was skipping schoolOn my Ps and QsOn them jiggas, call me jiggabooBleeding concrete, bet youNiggas won't come 'cross the streetPardon me, I don't talk to youSo don't you talk to meI ain't dissin' on nobody BI'm vibin' on the beatHonestly, I'm just trying to beI just gotta beTryin' to get over on anythingThey tellin' lies to meI spent five on my pinky ringShe love my diamond ringAnyway, I'm married to the gameShe said her vows to meI ain't getting on my kneesBae, you bow down to meYou go down for meYou lay down and do the time for meSorry, boo, yeah, I lie to youBut don't you lie to meIt's little Kodak, the finesse kidBoy who hot as me?Told the doctor I'm a healthy kidI smoke broccoliI will run around yourWhole board like MonopolyOl' boy, you's a broke boyFlocka's got you beatChocolate, call me Reese'sCan't catch me without the pieceC'est la vie, I'm ten toes downYou falling off your feetI will trick your ass for a treatCall it HalloweenYeah, that money'sWhat I play for, call it lotteryGoddamn, you's a clown to meYou's a clown to meYou can't smoke no Black & Mild with meGet in the car with meYou a funny guyDon't you even joke around with meHow could it be? Get from 'round a GYou grounded from meI'm a freeband junkie, you a junkieYou getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting moneyWant some food? Boy, you hungryI want them hundreds, hundreds

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Damn, that's so sadK-K-K, K-K-KYoung nigga, I got old cashSpazzin' on they assI got Prada on my hoe assGot my last one madPop a nigga like a damn tagShoppin' on they assI just bought a new old JagYeah, it's so fastSmokin' flocka, you a jackassAll I smoke is gasDon't you ask me where the pole atWhere your clothes at?I ain't talking 'bout my niggasDammit, but y'all tripping, tooIs it you? Damn, my niggaWhat the hell got into you?Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallwayI was skipping schoolOn my Ps and QsOn them jiggas, call me jiggabooBleeding concrete, bet youNiggas won't come 'cross the streetPardon me, I don't talk to youSo don't you talk to meI ain't dissin' on nobody BI'm vibin' on the beatHonestly, I'm just trying to beI just gotta beTryin' to get over on anythingThey tellin' lies to meI spent five on my pinky ringShe love my diamond ringAnyway, I'm married to the gameShe said her vows to meI ain't getting on my kneesBae, you bow down to meYou go down for meYou lay down and do the time for meSorry, boo, yeah, I lie to youBut don't you lie to meIt's little Kodak, the finesse kidBoy who hot as me?Told the doctor I'm a healthy kidI smoke broccoliI will run around yourWhole board like MonopolyOl' boy, you's a broke boyFlocka's got you beatChocolate, call me Reese'sCan't catch me without the pieceC'est la vie, I'm ten toes downYou falling off your feetI will trick your ass for a treatCall it HalloweenYeah, that money'sWhat I play for, call it lotteryGoddamn, you's a clown to meYou's a clown to meYou can't smoke no Black & Mild with meGet in the car with meYou a funny guyDon't you even joke around with meHow could it be? Get from 'round a GYou grounded from meI'm a freeband junkie, you a junkieYou getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting moneyWant some food? Boy, you hungryI want them hundreds, hundreds

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Shigaraki, man, the leader of the League of VillainsIn the shadows, but the scheming will been seen by millionsCome and battle with a demon, you can see the visionLooking through my fathers fingers, I can see you're needing killingI won't give you any mercy cause my father didn'tAnd you heroes that are dirty shouldn't bother livingI'll assist you wrap my fingers round your collar, grip itTurn you into ash and make your message and your body hiddenI don't care about your mission or pursuing truthMurdered all my family, so what you think I'd do to youAnd I keep them close, really I am fortunateFam on deck, yea I wear them like an ornamentThis sociеty is all so weakAnd when All Might falls therе will be no peaceWhen the long night calls and the dark draws nearIt will be my time and you'll all know fear I just want to help, let me lend a gripGrab it real tight, wouldn't want to see it slipWatch it real close, man, this will happen quickAnd I want to see you tremble all the way up to your lipOne finger down, two for the showThree and you realize you should let it goBut it's too late, four and you already knowWhen the fifth one hits you are never going home I'm a murderer, there is no human in meAnd these fair-weather heroes really keep my unit busyI was lost for a long time, friends had noneThen I realized all I really needed was oneBrought me from the depths of my despair and he told meHe could help me harness all my quirk, so it did not control meThen he gave me everything, a leader and a teamAnd a promise to eradicate the hero ridden dreamBut it wouldn't last, all the preparation doneWas eviscerated Might, eliminated All For OneLeft him rotting in a cell with society intactAnd it only made me hate him more defiantly in factListen rat, I'm coming back, when I do will attackEven harder, you won't even see it coming, little bratThe message isn't dead, it just has a different carrierA little competition only made my mission scarierYou might also likeMeliodas RapDaddyphatsnapsTanjiro RapDaddyphatsnapsClass 1-ARustage I just want to help, let me lend a gripGrab it real tight, wouldn't want to see it slipWatch it real close, man, this will happen quickAnd I want to see you tremble all the way up to your lipOne finger down, two for the showThree and you realize you should let it goBut it's too late, four and you already knowWhen the fifth one hits you are never going home

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Shigaraki, man, the leader of the League of VillainsIn the shadows, but the scheming will been seen by millionsCome and battle with a demon, you can see the visionLooking through my fathers fingers, I can see you're needing killingI won't give you any mercy cause my father didn'tAnd you heroes that are dirty shouldn't bother livingI'll assist you wrap my fingers round your collar, grip itTurn you into ash and make your message and your body hiddenI don't care about your mission or pursuing truthMurdered all my family, so what you think I'd do to youAnd I keep them close, really I am fortunateFam on deck, yea I wear them like an ornamentThis sociеty is all so weakAnd when All Might falls therе will be no peaceWhen the long night calls and the dark draws nearIt will be my time and you'll all know fear I just want to help, let me lend a gripGrab it real tight, wouldn't want to see it slipWatch it real close, man, this will happen quickAnd I want to see you tremble all the way up to your lipOne finger down, two for the showThree and you realize you should let it goBut it's too late, four and you already knowWhen the fifth one hits you are never going home I'm a murderer, there is no human in meAnd these fair-weather heroes really keep my unit busyI was lost for a long time, friends had noneThen I realized all I really needed was oneBrought me from the depths of my despair and he told meHe could help me harness all my quirk, so it did not control meThen he gave me everything, a leader and a teamAnd a promise to eradicate the hero ridden dreamBut it wouldn't last, all the preparation doneWas eviscerated Might, eliminated All For OneLeft him rotting in a cell with society intactAnd it only made me hate him more defiantly in factListen rat, I'm coming back, when I do will attackEven harder, you won't even see it coming, little bratThe message isn't dead, it just has a different carrierA little competition only made my mission scarierYou might also likeMeliodas RapDaddyphatsnapsTanjiro RapDaddyphatsnapsClass 1-ARustage I just want to help, let me lend a gripGrab it real tight, wouldn't want to see it slipWatch it real close, man, this will happen quickAnd I want to see you tremble all the way up to your lipOne finger down, two for the showThree and you realize you should let it goBut it's too late, four and you already knowWhen the fifth one hits you are never going home

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They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huhI came to L.A to work, but first, where the bitches at?They're tellin' me TAO or The Highlight RoomIf you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (okay)No way could I trust these hoes (yeah)I'm taking their phone if we bring them backI don't wanna get done, like, nah (come on)They don't understand, I'm giving them U.K. slangMy brudda, my fam', my akhYou say "The feds just done a sweep", we say "The boy dem run in my gaf"You say "On God, no cap", we say "Swear on your life, don't gass"You say "Spin the block", we say "Jump out and slide and crash"You call it "machine", we call it a "mash"Strip club and they're shakin' assBut in my words, they're shakin' nyashWe don't trap in abandoned buildingsShots get hit out of vacant flatsIn other words, "apartments", hidden compartments get detachedFree all the members that got baggedYou say "What's up?" We say "Wah gwan?"Got shotguns from a farmWe don't eat pork, we say "It's haram"You call her "shawty", we call her "jawn"Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"Back then we would call them "peng"Bare words that we got for gunsLike "waps" and "skengs"You call them "Js", we call them "cats"There's not much crystal methMy hood's got junkies hooked on crack (woo)Flick knives, we call them "nanks"Zombie killers, we call them "ZKs"Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"We say "cash, Ps, racks, Gs", we don't really call them "bands"In L.A, it's Escalades, in the ends, it's Mercedes VansWatch my back, I'm paranoidThat's what I mean when I say that I'm "prang"Clench my fist and I fist bump manAnti-social, I don't shake much hands, huhWell, it depends, you say "the trenches", we say "the ends"You say "y'all", we say "you lot"You say "restroom", we say "toilet"We do have guns but they might be-So man pull it apart and oil itIf a man violate, say "a man boyed it"Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join itWe both whip crack the same, we fill up the Pyrex pot and boil itIn London, I'm verified, in N.Y, I'm valid (mmh)Twelve hours away, I'm M.I.AI can pull up on DJ KhaledIt's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in ParisIf I pull up on Saturday nightI ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon (ah, yeah)I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huhAll she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmonI might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the AmexOne day I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huhControversy sells, I said "How can I be homophobic, my bitch is gay"And it flew off the shelfThinkin' "Should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?"Sat down with a boss and said "I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, " uhStood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like Flight ClubAll of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, uhI don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in InglewoodDawg dem-My dawg dem serve like WimbledonMy dawg dem smart like BeethovenI'm from where the Jack Boys activeFam, don't sleep with your window openHoes gon' line man up and get a commissionBack shot give a gyal whip lashHit that, impact like a collisionI don't care if I'm givin' the lo'Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition

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They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huhI came to L.A to work, but first, where the bitches at?They're tellin' me TAO or The Highlight RoomIf you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (okay)No way could I trust these hoes (yeah)I'm taking their phone if we bring them backI don't wanna get done, like, nah (come on)They don't understand, I'm giving them U.K. slangMy brudda, my fam', my akhYou say "The feds just done a sweep", we say "The boy dem run in my gaf"You say "On God, no cap", we say "Swear on your life, don't gass"You say "Spin the block", we say "Jump out and slide and crash"You call it "machine", we call it a "mash"Strip club and they're shakin' assBut in my words, they're shakin' nyashWe don't trap in abandoned buildingsShots get hit out of vacant flatsIn other words, "apartments", hidden compartments get detachedFree all the members that got baggedYou say "What's up?" We say "Wah gwan?"Got shotguns from a farmWe don't eat pork, we say "It's haram"You call her "shawty", we call her "jawn"Sexy gyal and we call them "leng"Back then we would call them "peng"Bare words that we got for gunsLike "waps" and "skengs"You call them "Js", we call them "cats"There's not much crystal methMy hood's got junkies hooked on crack (woo)Flick knives, we call them "nanks"Zombie killers, we call them "ZKs"Rambo knife by the name of "Ramz"We say "cash, Ps, racks, Gs", we don't really call them "bands"In L.A, it's Escalades, in the ends, it's Mercedes VansWatch my back, I'm paranoidThat's what I mean when I say that I'm "prang"Clench my fist and I fist bump manAnti-social, I don't shake much hands, huhWell, it depends, you say "the trenches", we say "the ends"You say "y'all", we say "you lot"You say "restroom", we say "toilet"We do have guns but they might be-So man pull it apart and oil itIf a man violate, say "a man boyed it"Live Yours ain't a gang, can't join itWe both whip crack the same, we fill up the Pyrex pot and boil itIn London, I'm verified, in N.Y, I'm valid (mmh)Twelve hours away, I'm M.I.AI can pull up on DJ KhaledIt's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in ParisIf I pull up on Saturday nightI ain't come here to talk, this ain't Jimmy Fallon (ah, yeah)I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed, huhAll she's gettin' is dick and Chick-Fil-A, we ain't eatin' salmonI might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the AmexOne day I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the sun on a hammock, huhControversy sells, I said "How can I be homophobic, my bitch is gay"And it flew off the shelfThinkin' "Should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?"Sat down with a boss and said "I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, " uhStood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like Flight ClubAll of my drip from Rodeo Drive, ain't none of this shit from China, uhI don't want Nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in InglewoodDawg dem-My dawg dem serve like WimbledonMy dawg dem smart like BeethovenI'm from where the Jack Boys activeFam, don't sleep with your window openHoes gon' line man up and get a commissionBack shot give a gyal whip lashHit that, impact like a collisionI don't care if I'm givin' the lo'Tell Rubi Rose that I'm in the Edition

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Banger(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)My young nigga, fourteen (fourteen)He ridin' round with the pole on 'em (uh-huh)See, shorty 'bout that life (yeah)Ain't nan nigga finna go on 'em (nah, nah)We was on the block shootin' diceWhen some grown niggas just stole on 'em (damn)He hopped up with that pole on 'emHe ain't say nothin', he just blowed on (boom, boom, boom)See, shorty 'bout that life (uh-huh)It was five witnesses, local citizens (damn, damn)And shorty ain't think twice (nah)He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shitBullets hit his top, open ligament (boom, boom)One to the head, shorty finished him (boom, boom)The whole city know shorty killin' shit (damn)He ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit (damn)Five years later, shorty still the truth (huh?)He think that he famous, he be on the newsHe don't give a damn, he be skippin' school (nah)Breakin' all the rules, givin' niggas bluesSchool or the streets, shorty gotta choose (huh?)He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose (damn)He don't even hustle, shorty ass a foolAnd he ain't got no money, shorty shoulda hoopedFuck that, ski mask, quick wayGive a fuck what you think, nigga, gotta get the rent paid (gotta the rent paid)Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K (bodies than Tay-K)You was in the safe way, we was in the gang way (gang way)He got the drop, found out where Lil Wayne stayLil Wayne been havin' bowls for a decadeLil Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache (goddamn)But shorty ain't care, he was ready (what?)Now shorty creeped up to the back door (huh?)And there's cameras all around this nigga cribI don't know why shorty did that for (why he do that?)Lil Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (what?)Couldn't believe, lil' shorty was that bold (what?)Lil Wayne tried shot, shorty let go (boom, boom)Lil Wayne ear bleedin', it was closeFew more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghostNow it's war outside (yeah)Get your ass inside (inside)If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)They do a homicide (homicide)You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)Better stay inside (stay inside)Or nigga you gon' die (damn, damn)Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (huh?)He hot, this beef gettin' coldHe gettin' tired shootin' up the nigga homeHe ain't never there, lil' nigga always goneEvery call he get, he thirsty (he thirsty)He saw his cousin and murked him (he murked him)Broad day, driveway, at church (at church)His auntie son, had hurt him (boom, boom)Now shorty cryin', at the funeral, suit and a tieLooked auntie straight in her eyes"Whoever did this shit, gon' dieWhoever did this, mama, gon' cryHe slide, I slide, we slideAin't stoppin' 'til one of us dieAin't stoppin' 'til one of us die" (boom)Now it's war outside (yeah)Get your ass inside (inside)If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)They do a homicide (homicide)You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)Better stay inside (stay inside)Or nigga you gon' die

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Banger(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)My young nigga, fourteen (fourteen)He ridin' round with the pole on 'em (uh-huh)See, shorty 'bout that life (yeah)Ain't nan nigga finna go on 'em (nah, nah)We was on the block shootin' diceWhen some grown niggas just stole on 'em (damn)He hopped up with that pole on 'emHe ain't say nothin', he just blowed on (boom, boom, boom)See, shorty 'bout that life (uh-huh)It was five witnesses, local citizens (damn, damn)And shorty ain't think twice (nah)He just up and did the shit like he ain't give a shitBullets hit his top, open ligament (boom, boom)One to the head, shorty finished him (boom, boom)The whole city know shorty killin' shit (damn)He ain't go to jail, yeah, shorty lit (damn)Five years later, shorty still the truth (huh?)He think that he famous, he be on the newsHe don't give a damn, he be skippin' school (nah)Breakin' all the rules, givin' niggas bluesSchool or the streets, shorty gotta choose (huh?)He picked the wrong one, shorty finna lose (damn)He don't even hustle, shorty ass a foolAnd he ain't got no money, shorty shoulda hoopedFuck that, ski mask, quick wayGive a fuck what you think, nigga, gotta get the rent paid (gotta the rent paid)Can't get a job, got more bodies than Tay-K (bodies than Tay-K)You was in the safe way, we was in the gang way (gang way)He got the drop, found out where Lil Wayne stayLil Wayne been havin' bowls for a decadeLil Wayne, he ain't play, he a headache (goddamn)But shorty ain't care, he was ready (what?)Now shorty creeped up to the back door (huh?)And there's cameras all around this nigga cribI don't know why shorty did that for (why he do that?)Lil Wayne saw him come out through the threshold (what?)Couldn't believe, lil' shorty was that bold (what?)Lil Wayne tried shot, shorty let go (boom, boom)Lil Wayne ear bleedin', it was closeFew more shots, he looked up, shorty got ghostNow it's war outside (yeah)Get your ass inside (inside)If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)They do a homicide (homicide)You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)Better stay inside (stay inside)Or nigga you gon' die (damn, damn)Wayne mad, this shit gettin' old (huh?)He hot, this beef gettin' coldHe gettin' tired shootin' up the nigga homeHe ain't never there, lil' nigga always goneEvery call he get, he thirsty (he thirsty)He saw his cousin and murked him (he murked him)Broad day, driveway, at church (at church)His auntie son, had hurt him (boom, boom)Now shorty cryin', at the funeral, suit and a tieLooked auntie straight in her eyes"Whoever did this shit, gon' dieWhoever did this, mama, gon' cryHe slide, I slide, we slideAin't stoppin' 'til one of us dieAin't stoppin' 'til one of us die" (boom)Now it's war outside (yeah)Get your ass inside (inside)If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)They do a homicide (homicide)You better pick yo' side (pick yo' side)Better stay inside (stay inside)Or nigga you gon' die

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YeahC5Don't cry, don't goWon't lie, I f- love you, whoa!While you're staring into the cloudsAm I rising or they comin' down?I see death around the cornerAnd the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smileWhat do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?Nowhere to turn but around and 'roundJust another n- that done lost his headNo, a f- king that forgot his crownI am not number one, it's trueI'm number 9-27-82Color blind, even if I may be blueA lot on my plate, ain't my favorite foodBut I'm hungry, so hungryNeed my family tree next to a money treeWith a bunch of leaves in the Garden of EdenWith a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for meI sipped from the fountain of youthSo if I die young, blame the juiceBury me in New OrleansTombstone reads, "Don't cry, stay tuned"Bring me back to lifeGot to lose a life just to have a lifeBut if heaven's as good as advertisedI want a triple extension on my motherf- afterlifeRest in paradiseDon't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie, I f- love you (don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't goDon't go (oh no, oh why? Oh why? Oh why?Won't lie, (don't cry, don't cry) I f- love you (don't cry, don't cry)Talent is God-given, be gratefulFame is not a given, be humbleAnd conceit is self-driven, drive carefullyStay in your own lane, seat buckledAnd sometimes when there is no musicWe toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bumThat woman carried the futureAnd Tunechi was born like, "Dun-dun-dun-dun"Don't call it a comebackIt was dark, now the sun backHit me hard, but I punched backThe wheels fell off, I rode the hubcapIs it suicide or is it do or die?It's newer days and it's bluer skiesI told myself, "It's just you and I"Then the breeze came and it blew my mindLord knows who I'm there forI give my last breath to effortMama tell me to be carefulVoice in my head give me an earfulBut I got mind control over my controlI lost control but knew I'd find controlI let God control what I cannot controlCan't control the tears, let them drop and rollDon't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie (don't cry, don't cry), I f- love you (triple extension on my motherf- afterlife)Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie (don't cry), I f- love you (don't cry)Don't cry, stay tunedI want a triple extension on my motherf- afterlifeRest in paradise

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YeahC5Don't cry, don't goWon't lie, I f- love you, whoa!While you're staring into the cloudsAm I rising or they comin' down?I see death around the cornerAnd the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smileWhat do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?Nowhere to turn but around and 'roundJust another n- that done lost his headNo, a f- king that forgot his crownI am not number one, it's trueI'm number 9-27-82Color blind, even if I may be blueA lot on my plate, ain't my favorite foodBut I'm hungry, so hungryNeed my family tree next to a money treeWith a bunch of leaves in the Garden of EdenWith a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for meI sipped from the fountain of youthSo if I die young, blame the juiceBury me in New OrleansTombstone reads, "Don't cry, stay tuned"Bring me back to lifeGot to lose a life just to have a lifeBut if heaven's as good as advertisedI want a triple extension on my motherf- afterlifeRest in paradiseDon't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie, I f- love you (don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't goDon't go (oh no, oh why? Oh why? Oh why?Won't lie, (don't cry, don't cry) I f- love you (don't cry, don't cry)Talent is God-given, be gratefulFame is not a given, be humbleAnd conceit is self-driven, drive carefullyStay in your own lane, seat buckledAnd sometimes when there is no musicWe toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bumThat woman carried the futureAnd Tunechi was born like, "Dun-dun-dun-dun"Don't call it a comebackIt was dark, now the sun backHit me hard, but I punched backThe wheels fell off, I rode the hubcapIs it suicide or is it do or die?It's newer days and it's bluer skiesI told myself, "It's just you and I"Then the breeze came and it blew my mindLord knows who I'm there forI give my last breath to effortMama tell me to be carefulVoice in my head give me an earfulBut I got mind control over my controlI lost control but knew I'd find controlI let God control what I cannot controlCan't control the tears, let them drop and rollDon't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie (don't cry, don't cry), I f- love you (triple extension on my motherf- afterlife)Don't cry (don't cry, don't cry), don't go (why, oh why?)Won't lie (don't cry), I f- love you (don't cry)Don't cry, stay tunedI want a triple extension on my motherf- afterlifeRest in paradise

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You cannot break down what can't be brokenOut of all the rankless, I was chosenWhen all of the lights, they get lowAnd all of the curtains, they closeYou cannot break down what can't be brokenThey can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakableThey scared to face the truth because they hate the viewThey taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' looseShould I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce?In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttleSay, "Now I'm raising you and ain't no baby foodUnless you go and take the neighbors' foodAnd be afraid of who, I made the loot"When money went from army green to navy blueI said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proofSometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes, tooMan, I'ma need some Krazy GlueHer walls is what I'm breakin' throughHer nails, she gon' break a fewYou could never break me downAnd I can't hit the brakes for you, uhYou cannot break down what can't be brokenOut of all the rankless, I was chosen (yuh)When all of the lights, they get low (low)And all of the curtains, they close (they close)You cannot break down what can't be broken (you can't)G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-codeWe bros (can't be broken) yeahWe bros, we bros, we can't break for these -G-code (can't be broken)I ain't finna break or fix the brakesYou emulate, I'm laughing in your faceNow fix your face, I can't disintegrate 'cause I facilitate a mil' a dayFor like a million daysAt least the bills are paid, the children safeWant to get away? No I'm here to stayI'm really great, but don't discriminate'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty faceYou stickin' out your chest, your - fakeDon't make me pick your fateI'm pickin' out a mate, she get replacedThe heart was built to breakI'm smokin' icky watchin' Ricki LakeI got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow caseMy killers straight, let's do some Q&AYou saw the news todayGot news to break and rules to breakIt hurt to say, they want to get Lil' Tune to breakIt's worth the wait, commercial breakYou cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code)Out of all the rankless, I was chosenWhen all of the lights, they get lowAnd all of the curtains, they closeYou cannot break down what can't be broken (uh)G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-codeWe bros (can't be broken) yeahWe bros, we bros, we can't break for these -G-code (can't be broken)

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You cannot break down what can't be brokenOut of all the rankless, I was chosenWhen all of the lights, they get lowAnd all of the curtains, they closeYou cannot break down what can't be brokenThey can do all they can do but they can't break unbreakableThey scared to face the truth because they hate the viewThey taste the juice, I hope it make 'em puke, I'm breakin' looseShould I throw up the deuce or should I wave the deuce?In 1982, my momma taped me to a space shuttleSay, "Now I'm raising you and ain't no baby foodUnless you go and take the neighbors' foodAnd be afraid of who, I made the loot"When money went from army green to navy blueI said salute, bulletproof, I gave 'em proofSometimes feel like my head a screw, twisted like tornadoes, tooMan, I'ma need some Krazy GlueHer walls is what I'm breakin' throughHer nails, she gon' break a fewYou could never break me downAnd I can't hit the brakes for you, uhYou cannot break down what can't be brokenOut of all the rankless, I was chosen (yuh)When all of the lights, they get low (low)And all of the curtains, they close (they close)You cannot break down what can't be broken (you can't)G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-codeWe bros (can't be broken) yeahWe bros, we bros, we can't break for these -G-code (can't be broken)I ain't finna break or fix the brakesYou emulate, I'm laughing in your faceNow fix your face, I can't disintegrate 'cause I facilitate a mil' a dayFor like a million daysAt least the bills are paid, the children safeWant to get away? No I'm here to stayI'm really great, but don't discriminate'Cause I done seen a mirror break behind a pretty faceYou stickin' out your chest, your - fakeDon't make me pick your fateI'm pickin' out a mate, she get replacedThe heart was built to breakI'm smokin' icky watchin' Ricki LakeI got a lawyer that turn any case into a pillow caseMy killers straight, let's do some Q&AYou saw the news todayGot news to break and rules to breakIt hurt to say, they want to get Lil' Tune to breakIt's worth the wait, commercial breakYou cannot break down what can't be broken (G-code)Out of all the rankless, I was chosenWhen all of the lights, they get lowAnd all of the curtains, they closeYou cannot break down what can't be broken (uh)G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-codeWe bros (can't be broken) yeahWe bros, we bros, we can't break for these -G-code (can't be broken)

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With everything happening todayYou dont know whether you're coming or goingBut you think that you're on your wayLife lined up on the mirror dont blow itLook at me when Im talkin to youYou looking at me but I'm lookin through youI see the blood in your eyesI see the love in disguiseI see the pain hidden in your prideI see you're not satisfiedAnd I dont see nobody elseI see myself I'm looking at theMirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againUh, I see the truth in your liesI see nobody by your sideBut I'm with you when you re all aloneAnd you correct me when Im lookin wrongI see that guilt beneath the shameI see your soul through your window painI see the scars that remainI see you Wayne, Im lookin at the.Mirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againLookin at me now I can see my pastDamn I look just like my f-ckin dadLight it up, thats smokin' mirrorsI even look good in the broken mirrorI see my momma smile thats a blessinI see the change, I see the messageAnd no message could been any clearerSo I'm stared with the man in the...Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)Here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friend (Take em to Mars, man)You told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we talkin' to each other againMirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againMirror on the wall...(Hey B.P., looks like I did take em to Mars this time)So why are we talkin to each other again

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With everything happening todayYou dont know whether you're coming or goingBut you think that you're on your wayLife lined up on the mirror dont blow itLook at me when Im talkin to youYou looking at me but I'm lookin through youI see the blood in your eyesI see the love in disguiseI see the pain hidden in your prideI see you're not satisfiedAnd I dont see nobody elseI see myself I'm looking at theMirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againUh, I see the truth in your liesI see nobody by your sideBut I'm with you when you re all aloneAnd you correct me when Im lookin wrongI see that guilt beneath the shameI see your soul through your window painI see the scars that remainI see you Wayne, Im lookin at the.Mirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againLookin at me now I can see my pastDamn I look just like my f-ckin dadLight it up, thats smokin' mirrorsI even look good in the broken mirrorI see my momma smile thats a blessinI see the change, I see the messageAnd no message could been any clearerSo I'm stared with the man in the...Mirror on the wall (MJ taught me that)Here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friend (Take em to Mars, man)You told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we talkin' to each other againMirror on the wall, here we are againThrough my rise and fallYou've been my only friendYou told me that they can understand the man I amSo why are we here talkin' to each other againMirror on the wall...(Hey B.P., looks like I did take em to Mars this time)So why are we talkin to each other again

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I got commitment issuesBut I'm tryna' fix that for youIf I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that) Shoulda' deleted that text, then I wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no But I wanna' make it known (alright)I gotta' take my time with love, so we gotta' take it slow ('tek time)I'm not used to this type of stuff, but I can still make you moan Anytime that you want, I can lay that (anytime)You wait on the day that I say "I love you too", but I just can't say that (say that)You want that bag, I'mma hit that trap In a week I'll make that purchase (I'll buy that)One touch make her leg start shake, make her legs start shake, like I make you nervous (oh yeah)Every time I rap 'bout hoes, I know that you hate those lyrics (I know)I don't believe in love, but that don't mean I don't take you serious (alright)I got commitment issues But I'm tryna' fix that for you If I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that)Shoulda deleted that text, then I wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no I got commitment issues (I do)I know that your ex still miss you (I know)You can't get enough of my love 'cause I give you a fuck that your ex can't give you, huh Send a location (skrr)I'm speeding 'cause I got no patience Twenty bags on trainers Think I'm famous, I got a lot of hoes though lately (ah)I get a lot of dough though lately, and I get paid on the promo lately A lot of fake love in the air, can't go nowhere on my solo lately Me and her just argue daily She knows that I trap, so her marge don't rate me When I don't text back, I ain't with a yat I'm in the bando, baby I got commitment issues But I'm tryna' fix that for you If I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that)Shoulda deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no

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I got commitment issuesBut I'm tryna' fix that for youIf I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that) Shoulda' deleted that text, then I wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no But I wanna' make it known (alright)I gotta' take my time with love, so we gotta' take it slow ('tek time)I'm not used to this type of stuff, but I can still make you moan Anytime that you want, I can lay that (anytime)You wait on the day that I say "I love you too", but I just can't say that (say that)You want that bag, I'mma hit that trap In a week I'll make that purchase (I'll buy that)One touch make her leg start shake, make her legs start shake, like I make you nervous (oh yeah)Every time I rap 'bout hoes, I know that you hate those lyrics (I know)I don't believe in love, but that don't mean I don't take you serious (alright)I got commitment issues But I'm tryna' fix that for you If I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that)Shoulda deleted that text, then I wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no I got commitment issues (I do)I know that your ex still miss you (I know)You can't get enough of my love 'cause I give you a fuck that your ex can't give you, huh Send a location (skrr)I'm speeding 'cause I got no patience Twenty bags on trainers Think I'm famous, I got a lot of hoes though lately (ah)I get a lot of dough though lately, and I get paid on the promo lately A lot of fake love in the air, can't go nowhere on my solo lately Me and her just argue daily She knows that I trap, so her marge don't rate me When I don't text back, I ain't with a yat I'm in the bando, baby I got commitment issues But I'm tryna' fix that for you If I can't afford that bag that you want Then I would lick that for you, huh I wanna be there for you I knew that the day I saw you Too many times we argued Sorry for all the names I called you Should've never called you a bitch But I did, now you're pissed, tryna' cut my clothes (don't do that)Shoulda deleted that text, then you wouldn't have known that I fucked those hoes (alright)Don't act like you care how I feel Don't act like you care how I feel, you don't Don't like how you act so spoil it, and you start move mad when I tell you no

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If there's something I know about peopleIn the end they are dark and deceitfulWhen backed in a corner they're lethalMorals uprooted for something illegalI began the upheavalDraining the quirks that I wanted from feebleHow did I do this, you say?All for One, I'm the symbol of evil!Wasn't a you if it wasn't for meYou were a mistake, me pitying weakI had a brother who couldn't competeI gave him a quirk to get him on his feetBut hе had a power, it was eliteOnе after the other would end in defeatYou taught me the lesson that I could be beatNow I will bring death to the symbol of peace!I have been patiently stacking up quirksAssembled a crew with the darkest of perksLeague of the Villains such millitant mercsWe vicious 'cause we only hit where it hurtsIt is our time, I have returnedThought I was dead? When will you learn?I don't need eyes, killer with wordsMurder you crew while stealing your quirks Maybe if I slow it down you'll understand me betterI've been lying dormant but the time is now or neverYou thought that I was dead and gone well you should know me betterEverything that happens after this will change the world forever I will never die, not until the deed is doneEradicating One for All, exchanging All for OneLay his body in the streets, as a symbol we have wonThis is only the beginning of the horrors yet to come Ruthless king, you're nothing but pawnsBow to a god, power I've drawnHas pushed me to limits you'll never be onI'm killing you all and ending the spawnThe cycle will stop, your name in the mudRidiculous smile all riddled with bloodYou're throwing your best, it ends in a thudAnd you understand without even a dubIn over your head, you gulp in your chestYou know if you die, I'm killing the restYour Deku is mine, I'm killing your bestYour punches keep landing with little effectThe hope in them dead, they watch and acceptThe All Might they knew is shallow in breathThis is the end, you die in fearWhy? 'Cause I am here! Maybe if I slow it down you'll understand me betterI've been lying dormant but the time is now or neverYou thought that I was dead and gone well you should know me betterEverything that happens after this will change the world forever I will never die, not until the deed is doneEradicating One for All, exchanging All for OneLay his body in the streets, as a symbol we have wonThis is only the beginning of the horrors yet to come.

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If there's something I know about peopleIn the end they are dark and deceitfulWhen backed in a corner they're lethalMorals uprooted for something illegalI began the upheavalDraining the quirks that I wanted from feebleHow did I do this, you say?All for One, I'm the symbol of evil!Wasn't a you if it wasn't for meYou were a mistake, me pitying weakI had a brother who couldn't competeI gave him a quirk to get him on his feetBut hе had a power, it was eliteOnе after the other would end in defeatYou taught me the lesson that I could be beatNow I will bring death to the symbol of peace!I have been patiently stacking up quirksAssembled a crew with the darkest of perksLeague of the Villains such millitant mercsWe vicious 'cause we only hit where it hurtsIt is our time, I have returnedThought I was dead? When will you learn?I don't need eyes, killer with wordsMurder you crew while stealing your quirks Maybe if I slow it down you'll understand me betterI've been lying dormant but the time is now or neverYou thought that I was dead and gone well you should know me betterEverything that happens after this will change the world forever I will never die, not until the deed is doneEradicating One for All, exchanging All for OneLay his body in the streets, as a symbol we have wonThis is only the beginning of the horrors yet to come Ruthless king, you're nothing but pawnsBow to a god, power I've drawnHas pushed me to limits you'll never be onI'm killing you all and ending the spawnThe cycle will stop, your name in the mudRidiculous smile all riddled with bloodYou're throwing your best, it ends in a thudAnd you understand without even a dubIn over your head, you gulp in your chestYou know if you die, I'm killing the restYour Deku is mine, I'm killing your bestYour punches keep landing with little effectThe hope in them dead, they watch and acceptThe All Might they knew is shallow in breathThis is the end, you die in fearWhy? 'Cause I am here! Maybe if I slow it down you'll understand me betterI've been lying dormant but the time is now or neverYou thought that I was dead and gone well you should know me betterEverything that happens after this will change the world forever I will never die, not until the deed is doneEradicating One for All, exchanging All for OneLay his body in the streets, as a symbol we have wonThis is only the beginning of the horrors yet to come.

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Feeling the clouds all around me cover my mindFeeling your hands close around me ruined my lifeAnd I watched bridges burn before my timeI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesComing with the Blue Flame, y'all erased itWon't stop now, I can already taste itBloodstains and impatienceBlow up now, no old life waitingI was hoping you take my sideI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyes Never needed love, I beat to my own drumsetA step ahead, I'll manifest the path I haven't done yetBeen the bone collector, all to press to my agendaShake the earth, engulf the wind with fire, moving like SeptemberWhat you gonna do, call five-o, thought that you knew, I'm a psychoCOD, DBD, death by Dabi, I knowDeath fall on your set tho, high key, no, I know, that's high thoSpit flames everywhere I go, have mercy? Yeah, but why tho?But I have a question, lend me your attentionI just need some depth or something maybe you have failed to mentionMaybe if you think about it you have led to my ascensionSo I cleared out my itinerary to give this final lesson, I'll address itHulking unprecedentedWho better than me than to wrestle with himThis hate in my heart and its well cementedSaid it's warm in the fire, then nestle in it, I'm the best who did itBut you didn't have the time for meI don't wanna hear it, don't lie to meGot a new dad, grim reaperNow I'm gonna earn that scythe when I sweep emFuck what you saying, I don't need a brother anywayIn a different League, you can keep what you gonna sayTurn the page on your calendar, I'll do it anydayHear you talking shit, then load the blik cause I am on the wayTold you boys, I'ma killer, either you with me or notYou can be the victim or be a villain, choose or I'm clearing the blockBy comparison your civilian or Lemillion you are the systemWhy you think we ignore the prisons, save all that talk for your bitch, I just kill emLet me ask you a questionCause I'm just curious to know, not being passive aggressive, what was it?Was I not good enough? And look me in the eyes when you talkYou turn that fucking head again, I'll turn your body to chalkCause this redemption arc, you're on your pasts to shoddy the walkYour excuses fall to pieces like my body when hotDoesn't matter what you say, I still got bodies to dropWant to see you crumble way before I body you pop yeah Feeling the clouds all around me cover my mindFeeling your hands close around me ruined my lifeAnd I watched bridges burn before my timeI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesComing with the Blue Flame, y'all erased itWon't stop now, I can already taste itBloodstains and impatienceBlow up now, no old life waitingI was hoping you take my sideI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyes

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Feeling the clouds all around me cover my mindFeeling your hands close around me ruined my lifeAnd I watched bridges burn before my timeI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesComing with the Blue Flame, y'all erased itWon't stop now, I can already taste itBloodstains and impatienceBlow up now, no old life waitingI was hoping you take my sideI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyes Never needed love, I beat to my own drumsetA step ahead, I'll manifest the path I haven't done yetBeen the bone collector, all to press to my agendaShake the earth, engulf the wind with fire, moving like SeptemberWhat you gonna do, call five-o, thought that you knew, I'm a psychoCOD, DBD, death by Dabi, I knowDeath fall on your set tho, high key, no, I know, that's high thoSpit flames everywhere I go, have mercy? Yeah, but why tho?But I have a question, lend me your attentionI just need some depth or something maybe you have failed to mentionMaybe if you think about it you have led to my ascensionSo I cleared out my itinerary to give this final lesson, I'll address itHulking unprecedentedWho better than me than to wrestle with himThis hate in my heart and its well cementedSaid it's warm in the fire, then nestle in it, I'm the best who did itBut you didn't have the time for meI don't wanna hear it, don't lie to meGot a new dad, grim reaperNow I'm gonna earn that scythe when I sweep emFuck what you saying, I don't need a brother anywayIn a different League, you can keep what you gonna sayTurn the page on your calendar, I'll do it anydayHear you talking shit, then load the blik cause I am on the wayTold you boys, I'ma killer, either you with me or notYou can be the victim or be a villain, choose or I'm clearing the blockBy comparison your civilian or Lemillion you are the systemWhy you think we ignore the prisons, save all that talk for your bitch, I just kill emLet me ask you a questionCause I'm just curious to know, not being passive aggressive, what was it?Was I not good enough? And look me in the eyes when you talkYou turn that fucking head again, I'll turn your body to chalkCause this redemption arc, you're on your pasts to shoddy the walkYour excuses fall to pieces like my body when hotDoesn't matter what you say, I still got bodies to dropWant to see you crumble way before I body you pop yeah Feeling the clouds all around me cover my mindFeeling your hands close around me ruined my lifeAnd I watched bridges burn before my timeI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesComing with the Blue Flame, y'all erased itWon't stop now, I can already taste itBloodstains and impatienceBlow up now, no old life waitingI was hoping you take my sideI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyesI won't let my world fall down in front of my eyes

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On the set, bitchIf you coming at me, then you better come correct, bitchSquares full of holes, in a box you get chex mixedOnly keep my promises, so if you on my checklist I'm eating you for breakfastRunning on my crew, you little niggas got a death wishFoot a mean mule and it kicks like a tech clipWho the fuck are you, better watch where you step, bitch!Cause if you scuff a shoe I'mma pew, leave you breathlessBiggest in the squad, I ain't talking bout the numbersTalking bout what I be on, got the brawn to go beyondSee the snakes in the grass, better know I mow the lawnOn that boss shit, smoking on the pack that Hovi onI'll "rock a fella", cross me, I'm taking both your ankles, bitchI pull the Smith in any entanglementsSay it Mikey, ain't with me, you the enemyYou'll keep that energy, I'll have em ready with the Hennessy Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnightDon't try, bet on the guyI ain't gon waste your timeYou try and slideBut I'm out my mindTop five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight I'm a type of nigga that everybody look at when I walk up in the roomIf they think I ain't the shit, these niggas prolly number twoI keep winning and winning because it's hard for me to loseIt's dragon tatted on my neck, you feel that fire coming through, uhGang shit! I don't give a fuck bout who you came withNiggas lame got me fired up, the flame stay litMy clique like sharpies on white boards, you can't erase itThat quick kick looms, tick tick boom, perfect placementApllying pressure with my presencePretendants not progressing, got no purpose, shit's depressingThanksgiving dinner, how I'm getting seconds, say the blessingsStep to me or to my crew, you getting murdered, get the message, get to steppingAlways choosing violence, knock you out with one kick, shitI'll Rocafella, turn the Cam' Ron like it's dipsetRun that shit back if you missed itYou fucking with the GOAT so dope, that's a quick fix, Mix, bitch Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnightDon't try, bet on the guyI ain't gon waste your timeYou try and slideBut I'm out my mindTop five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight Critic killing bonds, so you thought you would switch a littleMaybe take an arm, but I'm focused, when I see you comingAt the arms, pull an arm cause I king, ain't nothingIf his pawns, think he won't bust slowed up"Don't need the semi, I'm always at the readyTwo stepping everybody, sent em to a cemetetyPlot, had you feeling deadly, your crew gassing heavyTill you met a real nigga, now you on your knees, begging god"Please get him, please get himHave him calling Jesus when my knees hit emI'm a mean killer, mean killerStarving for the crown and your team dinnerComing for the crew, but the crew is who saved youWithout em you'd be dead, tell em thank youEvery time I walk into the room everybody know my name, dudeWhen I kill goons, can they name you? Bitch Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight

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On the set, bitchIf you coming at me, then you better come correct, bitchSquares full of holes, in a box you get chex mixedOnly keep my promises, so if you on my checklist I'm eating you for breakfastRunning on my crew, you little niggas got a death wishFoot a mean mule and it kicks like a tech clipWho the fuck are you, better watch where you step, bitch!Cause if you scuff a shoe I'mma pew, leave you breathlessBiggest in the squad, I ain't talking bout the numbersTalking bout what I be on, got the brawn to go beyondSee the snakes in the grass, better know I mow the lawnOn that boss shit, smoking on the pack that Hovi onI'll "rock a fella", cross me, I'm taking both your ankles, bitchI pull the Smith in any entanglementsSay it Mikey, ain't with me, you the enemyYou'll keep that energy, I'll have em ready with the Hennessy Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnightDon't try, bet on the guyI ain't gon waste your timeYou try and slideBut I'm out my mindTop five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight I'm a type of nigga that everybody look at when I walk up in the roomIf they think I ain't the shit, these niggas prolly number twoI keep winning and winning because it's hard for me to loseIt's dragon tatted on my neck, you feel that fire coming through, uhGang shit! I don't give a fuck bout who you came withNiggas lame got me fired up, the flame stay litMy clique like sharpies on white boards, you can't erase itThat quick kick looms, tick tick boom, perfect placementApllying pressure with my presencePretendants not progressing, got no purpose, shit's depressingThanksgiving dinner, how I'm getting seconds, say the blessingsStep to me or to my crew, you getting murdered, get the message, get to steppingAlways choosing violence, knock you out with one kick, shitI'll Rocafella, turn the Cam' Ron like it's dipsetRun that shit back if you missed itYou fucking with the GOAT so dope, that's a quick fix, Mix, bitch Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnightDon't try, bet on the guyI ain't gon waste your timeYou try and slideBut I'm out my mindTop five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight Critic killing bonds, so you thought you would switch a littleMaybe take an arm, but I'm focused, when I see you comingAt the arms, pull an arm cause I king, ain't nothingIf his pawns, think he won't bust slowed up"Don't need the semi, I'm always at the readyTwo stepping everybody, sent em to a cemetetyPlot, had you feeling deadly, your crew gassing heavyTill you met a real nigga, now you on your knees, begging god"Please get him, please get himHave him calling Jesus when my knees hit emI'm a mean killer, mean killerStarving for the crown and your team dinnerComing for the crew, but the crew is who saved youWithout em you'd be dead, tell em thank youEvery time I walk into the room everybody know my name, dudeWhen I kill goons, can they name you? Bitch Top five, dead or aliveMake em all say goodnight

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It's getting dangerous, walking that path like a hazard Metal gon' speak when I'm spazzing, uh, wait, wait It's getting dangerous, uh, reach for my bag, almost had it Had to let off automatic, wait, wait It's getting dangerous You're not the same as usI see you claim you a demon When I am the one who is saving us, yeah Whilst I was walk, you like to watch Generation of Pirates turn the king up the dirt Stepping to the king and you leave in a hearse Killer with me, he gon cut up the work, yeah!Pull up, I pull out the heavy metal You gotta pop 'em, we gеt it settle Do not assume I'm on aiming with tеam You know me, rebel, rebelBig metal on my hand, and it's staying attachedWe getting them clappingIf you negative, I'm positive, bullets attractWe getting them, waitWait, wait, wait, wait, uh, don't get enough on my plateClaim you got gas in the tank, but I promise it's not gon be another plot you on stateWait, wait, wait, wait, uh, they know I came out the South BlueMan bozo, I'm manic, I get to sparing, you feel the static around youThere ain't gon be no round two, uhGet to a bag, I'm bound too, uhThey say opposite attractRed Head keep getting more blue It's getting dangerous, walking that path like a hazardMetal gon' speak when I'm spazzing, uh, wait, waitIt's getting dangerous, uh, reach for my bag, almost had itHad to let off automatic, wait, wait It's getting dangerous, Punk Gibson finna shake up the blockThink that they came with the dirtiest flows, better know that I slide with a mopThey not gon leave cause they looking like me when I put that red dot to their top, uhAnything that y'all doing, they it's so miniscule, know it, this shit gonna flop, uhStep on the field and they panicThat's cause I do it giganticWatch how I load up the cannonBig Ma catching this damageHula, DioYou on that bullshit, we knowNoba, trioThere is not telling where we goYeah, yeah, we on the roof with this shitThey tryna play with my character, but I don't know nobody that is moving like thisUh, tell me who ruling this shit, if it's not me, then I'm moving his shitTaking his crown, he knocked off the list, while I'm running this shit with the Deadliest Fist

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It's getting dangerous, walking that path like a hazard Metal gon' speak when I'm spazzing, uh, wait, wait It's getting dangerous, uh, reach for my bag, almost had it Had to let off automatic, wait, wait It's getting dangerous You're not the same as usI see you claim you a demon When I am the one who is saving us, yeah Whilst I was walk, you like to watch Generation of Pirates turn the king up the dirt Stepping to the king and you leave in a hearse Killer with me, he gon cut up the work, yeah!Pull up, I pull out the heavy metal You gotta pop 'em, we gеt it settle Do not assume I'm on aiming with tеam You know me, rebel, rebelBig metal on my hand, and it's staying attachedWe getting them clappingIf you negative, I'm positive, bullets attractWe getting them, waitWait, wait, wait, wait, uh, don't get enough on my plateClaim you got gas in the tank, but I promise it's not gon be another plot you on stateWait, wait, wait, wait, uh, they know I came out the South BlueMan bozo, I'm manic, I get to sparing, you feel the static around youThere ain't gon be no round two, uhGet to a bag, I'm bound too, uhThey say opposite attractRed Head keep getting more blue It's getting dangerous, walking that path like a hazardMetal gon' speak when I'm spazzing, uh, wait, waitIt's getting dangerous, uh, reach for my bag, almost had itHad to let off automatic, wait, wait It's getting dangerous, Punk Gibson finna shake up the blockThink that they came with the dirtiest flows, better know that I slide with a mopThey not gon leave cause they looking like me when I put that red dot to their top, uhAnything that y'all doing, they it's so miniscule, know it, this shit gonna flop, uhStep on the field and they panicThat's cause I do it giganticWatch how I load up the cannonBig Ma catching this damageHula, DioYou on that bullshit, we knowNoba, trioThere is not telling where we goYeah, yeah, we on the roof with this shitThey tryna play with my character, but I don't know nobody that is moving like thisUh, tell me who ruling this shit, if it's not me, then I'm moving his shitTaking his crown, he knocked off the list, while I'm running this shit with the Deadliest Fist

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These are going to be the only adlibs on this songThese words that you're hearing right nowThey're in the adlib track and you're not gonna hear any moreGodzilla walkin', got Zilla bumpin' BluetoothStomp on his jaw if he sell me something too boofSo mad, trigger happy, bitchin', you a whole goofNomad nigga, walk around, I'm keepin' no roofNo name niggas always blow theyself like CobainNo shame, detestable, you flexible like Lo MeinGo brain, fly away, get higher than the low painPropane, blowing up, you slowing up, see no fameBitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck aroundHey, hit that stizzy, bitch, asking about my pound, nahMight go missin', my mission is to be freeAnd all you niggas ain't controlling what I beThat bitch got high from drinking my pissI might fly away, I ain't thinking of kidsYet Mom, wet bong rippingAin't sippin' on tech, ack, yackBackwoods, but I got fronto on deck, black packSac Town, sack up in my backpackBlack MAC, liable to rack back if I see that hack lackHit him with that ra-ra right inside his car-carSitting on the tar-tar, floating where the stars areBitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck about, uhJealous-ass kid, he keep trying to block my routeMy perspective, effective at spotting bullshitYou, defective objective is let the full clipDump like a dookie, he knew me and now he do notHump on his groupies, they coochies and number two spotsClump my feeling, I'm peaking off t-two tabsThump my ceiling, it's peeling like it's a new scabTrust no one, hurt me no moreI fuck with 'em from rich to poorFlat Earth, all turf from pole to poleDon't drink from the tap, they tappin' your soulI work harder than the president, save the elephantsDisrespect and I'mma hit ya, set a precedentListen to me, I'm the reverend, my decree will never endI believe these truths are self-evident, Heaven sentAll hail Satan and shit, on the TV, see me debating a bitchAs if our moves aren't scripted and writBy the same motherfuckers own yo' DNA bitsBitch I'm busy, too busy leading the free worldWhat about the rest of it, make it into a Sea WorldLess of it for fauna, like llamas and all the wee squirrelsGive it to Osama, the bomber, at freedom we hurlContrary to popular beliefDarkies do not always require adlibs to complete songs (Hey, hey, can somebody tell that guy to shut the fuck up)

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These are going to be the only adlibs on this songThese words that you're hearing right nowThey're in the adlib track and you're not gonna hear any moreGodzilla walkin', got Zilla bumpin' BluetoothStomp on his jaw if he sell me something too boofSo mad, trigger happy, bitchin', you a whole goofNomad nigga, walk around, I'm keepin' no roofNo name niggas always blow theyself like CobainNo shame, detestable, you flexible like Lo MeinGo brain, fly away, get higher than the low painPropane, blowing up, you slowing up, see no fameBitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck aroundHey, hit that stizzy, bitch, asking about my pound, nahMight go missin', my mission is to be freeAnd all you niggas ain't controlling what I beThat bitch got high from drinking my pissI might fly away, I ain't thinking of kidsYet Mom, wet bong rippingAin't sippin' on tech, ack, yackBackwoods, but I got fronto on deck, black packSac Town, sack up in my backpackBlack MAC, liable to rack back if I see that hack lackHit him with that ra-ra right inside his car-carSitting on the tar-tar, floating where the stars areBitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck about, uhJealous-ass kid, he keep trying to block my routeMy perspective, effective at spotting bullshitYou, defective objective is let the full clipDump like a dookie, he knew me and now he do notHump on his groupies, they coochies and number two spotsClump my feeling, I'm peaking off t-two tabsThump my ceiling, it's peeling like it's a new scabTrust no one, hurt me no moreI fuck with 'em from rich to poorFlat Earth, all turf from pole to poleDon't drink from the tap, they tappin' your soulI work harder than the president, save the elephantsDisrespect and I'mma hit ya, set a precedentListen to me, I'm the reverend, my decree will never endI believe these truths are self-evident, Heaven sentAll hail Satan and shit, on the TV, see me debating a bitchAs if our moves aren't scripted and writBy the same motherfuckers own yo' DNA bitsBitch I'm busy, too busy leading the free worldWhat about the rest of it, make it into a Sea WorldLess of it for fauna, like llamas and all the wee squirrelsGive it to Osama, the bomber, at freedom we hurlContrary to popular beliefDarkies do not always require adlibs to complete songs (Hey, hey, can somebody tell that guy to shut the fuck up)

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Spider Gang (bitch)Suck my dick, yeah (gas)I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at, this that not no seeds bagI just made a fire song, I think I'll release thatThey'll be like, "He snapped", find the lyrics, read thatI been piling all my money in a nice neat stackI just drop elite tracks, that shit is complete factsPut the mic to a speaker, you might gеt some feedbackGive a mic to a tweakеr, he gon' spit some weak rapsGive a mic to a spider, he gon' go three plat'Niggas ain't makin' no money, they can't even be taxedI been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at-If you need some, please ask, it's gas (yeah)Gas (gas yeah)Gas (gas)Gas (gas)Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gasYeah, drop the verse and see the shell shock off the hand grenadeYou know I had to slave for years so I could activateI'm getting bank for days, I'm flipping cash all kind'sa waysAnybody fucking want it? Man, I'm plugged inGot the worldwide web straight bumpin'Yeah, me and Darkie alwaysSchemin' up to somethingYeah, I'm a chemist making flames straight out the bunsenBurning any man that wanna come in contactBut you can't 'cause your stuck in a contractYou ain't on trap, you just rap off your own packBest know that I throw crap when I'm pissed offNeed a Prozac and a gold strap, yeahYeah, come in clutch with the arctic opticGot red dot, you can hardly stop thisShot I've got the place that I'm docked inGods will if I pop, that it's locked inAnd until then I'ma keep on top winnin'Gotta make sure that the opps don't stop feelingLike the next move, I make is a whole killin'I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at-If you need some, please ask, it's gas (that's gas) (haha)Gas (we fucking did it, I'm so high) (yeah)Gas (this that US-UK peace treaty)Gas (you know what the fuck goin' on) (yeah)Gas (pussy)Excuse me Darkie?Yes, BVDLVD?If you would like to attend your five o'clockMeeting for your heroin and crack injectionsWe must leave in about five or ten minutesOh yes, I will have the butler ready to push-to-start chariotAlfred, Warm up my V8 Stallion, please(Yes sir, right away sir)

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Spider Gang (bitch)Suck my dick, yeah (gas)I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at, this that not no seeds bagI just made a fire song, I think I'll release thatThey'll be like, "He snapped", find the lyrics, read thatI been piling all my money in a nice neat stackI just drop elite tracks, that shit is complete factsPut the mic to a speaker, you might gеt some feedbackGive a mic to a tweakеr, he gon' spit some weak rapsGive a mic to a spider, he gon' go three plat'Niggas ain't makin' no money, they can't even be taxedI been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at-If you need some, please ask, it's gas (yeah)Gas (gas yeah)Gas (gas)Gas (gas)Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gasYeah, drop the verse and see the shell shock off the hand grenadeYou know I had to slave for years so I could activateI'm getting bank for days, I'm flipping cash all kind'sa waysAnybody fucking want it? Man, I'm plugged inGot the worldwide web straight bumpin'Yeah, me and Darkie alwaysSchemin' up to somethingYeah, I'm a chemist making flames straight out the bunsenBurning any man that wanna come in contactBut you can't 'cause your stuck in a contractYou ain't on trap, you just rap off your own packBest know that I throw crap when I'm pissed offNeed a Prozac and a gold strap, yeahYeah, come in clutch with the arctic opticGot red dot, you can hardly stop thisShot I've got the place that I'm docked inGods will if I pop, that it's locked inAnd until then I'ma keep on top winnin'Gotta make sure that the opps don't stop feelingLike the next move, I make is a whole killin'I been chuffin' on some wax, it look like tree sapI think that this beat slap, I'll knock off yo' kneecapsI been looking for my opps, like, where the beef at?I been eating wagyu, it got lots of beef fatI been chuffin' mary-jane, smokin' on a green packHit it then I lean back, I think I need a CPAPI just hit up the plug 'cause I need some tree, statHe know where to meet at-If you need some, please ask, it's gas (that's gas) (haha)Gas (we fucking did it, I'm so high) (yeah)Gas (this that US-UK peace treaty)Gas (you know what the fuck goin' on) (yeah)Gas (pussy)Excuse me Darkie?Yes, BVDLVD?If you would like to attend your five o'clockMeeting for your heroin and crack injectionsWe must leave in about five or ten minutesOh yes, I will have the butler ready to push-to-start chariotAlfred, Warm up my V8 Stallion, please(Yes sir, right away sir)

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Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honeyHey, Whoa, YuhHello, ma' ragtime galHitemup, Hitemup, Hit em up Lil Bih, Lil Bih Send me a kiss by wireHey, HeyBaby, my hearts on fire You finna' die, babyNigga run up then I swear he gon' get itFuck the police I ain't taking no ticket Who gave you scary ass niggas some bread Lookin' at yall like a chicken and biscuit Don't play with me, 'Cause I swear I get wicked Beast of West, Get shit jumpin' crickets So many hoes don't you ask can I diggit She ask how long do I last girl no limit Unless the head too good Then I might bust in a minute (hm hm)30 on me put a hole in yo fitted How you a boss but don't handle yo businessNiggas moving weird they got crab legs Really smart girl but she give bad head Please don't end up onna news bitchGet Bagged up like a new fitBad bitch sucked Two dicksShe ain't a hoe she just Too lit Got two hoes and they both chirpin' You can say I got two chicks Wake up and get another bag You can find dat inna blueprintGodamn I ain't really feeling you And I don't really wanna deal with you YOUNG GRIMEY NIGGA ENTERTAINMENT Swear to God we a different Crew You better keep this shit lyrical'Cause If I gotta get physical You gon' end up respirator in condition thats quite critical Hit em up, Hit em up, HitemupI gotta run all these Benjis up YGNE Gone pull up inna Bentley Truck I make a mess, Paramedics come pick it up Surrender all of yo shit nigga Give it up Shoot at yo niggas aim they chest Just like wife they get titty fuckedShoot at yo niggas aim they chestJust like wife they get titty fuckedAin't none my niggas gettin' frightened Swear to God all my niggas vikings This shit bite ya ear Mike Tyson Turn ya lifeline to a hyphen Then I'm gone when I hear sirens And I heard that bitch straight trifling She gon' suck me up I ain't wifingI don't even think I wanna dive in You shooting shots at meSo many bricks you could make a towerYo mixtape really stank Every song needa take a shower If I take you shoppin' don't take an hour'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour Babygirl keep acting childish I might have to smack her with Baby Powder You shooting shots at meSo many bricks you could make a towerYo mixtape really stank Every song needa take a shower If I take you shoppin don't take an hour'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour Babygirl keep acting childish I might have to smack her with some Baby Powder Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey Hello, ma' ragtime gal Send me a kiss by wireBaby, my hearts on fire Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey Hello, ma' ragtime gal Hit em up, Hit em up, Hit em up Send me a kiss by wire Baby, my hearts on fire You finna' die, baby Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello

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Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honeyHey, Whoa, YuhHello, ma' ragtime galHitemup, Hitemup, Hit em up Lil Bih, Lil Bih Send me a kiss by wireHey, HeyBaby, my hearts on fire You finna' die, babyNigga run up then I swear he gon' get itFuck the police I ain't taking no ticket Who gave you scary ass niggas some bread Lookin' at yall like a chicken and biscuit Don't play with me, 'Cause I swear I get wicked Beast of West, Get shit jumpin' crickets So many hoes don't you ask can I diggit She ask how long do I last girl no limit Unless the head too good Then I might bust in a minute (hm hm)30 on me put a hole in yo fitted How you a boss but don't handle yo businessNiggas moving weird they got crab legs Really smart girl but she give bad head Please don't end up onna news bitchGet Bagged up like a new fitBad bitch sucked Two dicksShe ain't a hoe she just Too lit Got two hoes and they both chirpin' You can say I got two chicks Wake up and get another bag You can find dat inna blueprintGodamn I ain't really feeling you And I don't really wanna deal with you YOUNG GRIMEY NIGGA ENTERTAINMENT Swear to God we a different Crew You better keep this shit lyrical'Cause If I gotta get physical You gon' end up respirator in condition thats quite critical Hit em up, Hit em up, HitemupI gotta run all these Benjis up YGNE Gone pull up inna Bentley Truck I make a mess, Paramedics come pick it up Surrender all of yo shit nigga Give it up Shoot at yo niggas aim they chest Just like wife they get titty fuckedShoot at yo niggas aim they chestJust like wife they get titty fuckedAin't none my niggas gettin' frightened Swear to God all my niggas vikings This shit bite ya ear Mike Tyson Turn ya lifeline to a hyphen Then I'm gone when I hear sirens And I heard that bitch straight trifling She gon' suck me up I ain't wifingI don't even think I wanna dive in You shooting shots at meSo many bricks you could make a towerYo mixtape really stank Every song needa take a shower If I take you shoppin' don't take an hour'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour Babygirl keep acting childish I might have to smack her with Baby Powder You shooting shots at meSo many bricks you could make a towerYo mixtape really stank Every song needa take a shower If I take you shoppin don't take an hour'Cause that mean that I gotta wait an hour Babygirl keep acting childish I might have to smack her with some Baby Powder Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey Hello, ma' ragtime gal Send me a kiss by wireBaby, my hearts on fire Hello, ma' baby, hello, ma' honey Hello, ma' ragtime gal Hit em up, Hit em up, Hit em up Send me a kiss by wire Baby, my hearts on fire You finna' die, baby Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello Hello, hello hello-hello

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I can see it in your eyes, that you wanna get outI can see it in your eyes, that you need it right now That you need it right now, that you wanna get out That you need it right now, that you wanna get out Yeah, I just wanna hear the sound, drive our Camaros out of town Baby, we could leave right now, woah Yeah, I just wanna feel alive, baby, take your time Smokin' on this loud, whoaGirl, you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch One kiss, then we fuckin', I just can't get enough Put it on me, that's the best part, baby, the trust Trust me, I got nothin' for you other than love I remember eatin' pussy on the back of the busI remember gettin' nookie 'til the sun came up All the places that you took me, no one came with us Same hoes overlook me, now they on my nuts

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I can see it in your eyes, that you wanna get outI can see it in your eyes, that you need it right now That you need it right now, that you wanna get out That you need it right now, that you wanna get out Yeah, I just wanna hear the sound, drive our Camaros out of town Baby, we could leave right now, woah Yeah, I just wanna feel alive, baby, take your time Smokin' on this loud, whoaGirl, you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch One kiss, then we fuckin', I just can't get enough Put it on me, that's the best part, baby, the trust Trust me, I got nothin' for you other than love I remember eatin' pussy on the back of the busI remember gettin' nookie 'til the sun came up All the places that you took me, no one came with us Same hoes overlook me, now they on my nuts

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I've been trying way too hard to make musicSo I'm gonna make a song where I don't try at allUh, uh You look like a rat in the trap, trap metal, uhI don't fuck with that, it's a wrap, wrap, wrap, uhOh, you sleep? I'ma let you nap, nap, nap, uh Pockets getting fat in the trap, trap, trap, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhI've in the trap flippin' packs, grippin' metal, uh Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh I've been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uhBitch, I'll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh I've been in the trap lacing packs with fentanyl, uh I've been sellin' meth in the form of Adderall, uhI don't give a fuck about mortality at all, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhIf I see you, you best believe I'ma grip the metal, uh Run up on your block with the Glock, bodies settle, uh I've been smoking gas and it's called new flower petals, uh I've been smoking pot, lungs blacker than the kettle, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhYo bro, what you think you're doing with that strap?Oh no, bro, if I take it, you can't have it back You're slow, bro, like a Pokémon I do not catchI don't go anywhere but where the money atTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh My clothes never raggy and my whip never a rental, uhI put hella chemicals directly in my mental, uh Crack up in the baggy, I'ma dog 'em for the kennel, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metalIf the iron on my hip hits you, it ain't accidental, uh Brass knuckles on, putting work in on his dental (Alright)Unless it's with a lady, I am anything but gentle, uh Hop up on the mare, I feel like Arthur Morgan Smokin' cigarillos I imported White suit, white horse, brown boy, imported (okay, okay)Wanna live like me? One, two, three, you can't afford it (oh, yeehaw)Got the .45 on my hip right where the sword is, motherfuckerI've been with the drip like I'm a porpoise, motherfucker, uh Whip your phone out and record this I've been smokin', uh, on some flowers, growin' orchids I've been in London doing shows, I'm on tour, bitch I've been pouring wock in my cup, that's a four, bitch (yes, sir)I might even fuck on the backside of your bitch (quiet)So many sluts on deck, whore storage (oh yes)Do not be ungrateful, please finish up your porridge (yes)Of pussy ass bastards, there's no shortage (no)I just bought a house in the hills, skipped the mortgage (yes)I've been making rap with the trap metal chorus (oh yes)Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhI've in the trap, flippin' packs, grippin' metal, uh Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh I've been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uhBitch, I'll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh And then the beat fades out, and you have yourself a song And yeah, I know it's not a trap metal song, but you can fuckin' suck my dick

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I've been trying way too hard to make musicSo I'm gonna make a song where I don't try at allUh, uh You look like a rat in the trap, trap metal, uhI don't fuck with that, it's a wrap, wrap, wrap, uhOh, you sleep? I'ma let you nap, nap, nap, uh Pockets getting fat in the trap, trap, trap, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhI've in the trap flippin' packs, grippin' metal, uh Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh I've been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uhBitch, I'll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh I've been in the trap lacing packs with fentanyl, uh I've been sellin' meth in the form of Adderall, uhI don't give a fuck about mortality at all, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhIf I see you, you best believe I'ma grip the metal, uh Run up on your block with the Glock, bodies settle, uh I've been smoking gas and it's called new flower petals, uh I've been smoking pot, lungs blacker than the kettle, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhYo bro, what you think you're doing with that strap?Oh no, bro, if I take it, you can't have it back You're slow, bro, like a Pokémon I do not catchI don't go anywhere but where the money atTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh My clothes never raggy and my whip never a rental, uhI put hella chemicals directly in my mental, uh Crack up in the baggy, I'ma dog 'em for the kennel, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metalIf the iron on my hip hits you, it ain't accidental, uh Brass knuckles on, putting work in on his dental (Alright)Unless it's with a lady, I am anything but gentle, uh Hop up on the mare, I feel like Arthur Morgan Smokin' cigarillos I imported White suit, white horse, brown boy, imported (okay, okay)Wanna live like me? One, two, three, you can't afford it (oh, yeehaw)Got the .45 on my hip right where the sword is, motherfuckerI've been with the drip like I'm a porpoise, motherfucker, uh Whip your phone out and record this I've been smokin', uh, on some flowers, growin' orchids I've been in London doing shows, I'm on tour, bitch I've been pouring wock in my cup, that's a four, bitch (yes, sir)I might even fuck on the backside of your bitch (quiet)So many sluts on deck, whore storage (oh yes)Do not be ungrateful, please finish up your porridge (yes)Of pussy ass bastards, there's no shortage (no)I just bought a house in the hills, skipped the mortgage (yes)I've been making rap with the trap metal chorus (oh yes)Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uhI've in the trap, flippin' packs, grippin' metal, uh Somewhere in between Jesus Christ and the devil, uh I've been in the back, like a crack, like a pedal, uhBitch, I'll push you back, put the pedal to the metal, uhTrap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap metal, uh And then the beat fades out, and you have yourself a song And yeah, I know it's not a trap metal song, but you can fuckin' suck my dick

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Ayy, pick up the pace Tell 'em why I ain't find no hazeIndeed I am ready, my outfit in vain (Yeah, yeah)The needle in my veins, I'm falling asleep (Okay)King of the dead, I sever your head (Okay)When shit touch the river my reign will be fedI touch the sky and bring life to the dead I watch my demons become Super Saiyan (Okay)Oh, I'm not an orphan (Yeah)Death is my importance (Yeah, okay)Rush without a soul, many will fall Feeling my bones, I say again Oh, I'm not an orphan (Okay)Death is my importance Rush without a soul, many will fall Feeling my bones, I say again (Yeah)Found this sound in Sweden, a while ago It's like, the more I explore this song, the more I explore different sounds, period It's like the more I fall in love with making music It's nice, actually I'm out my mind, see fear in your eyes I'm sick, I despise myself again The tears never come, my body is numb I feel like a god amongst the men Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies That I don't never have to see again I feed the hate, I feed the truthI give the pain to the youthFuck the devil for your wealth Pistol chilling on my shelf I control my own death And I don't need no fucking helpFuck the devil for your wealth Pistol chilling on my shelf I control my own death And I don't need no fucking help

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Ayy, pick up the pace Tell 'em why I ain't find no hazeIndeed I am ready, my outfit in vain (Yeah, yeah)The needle in my veins, I'm falling asleep (Okay)King of the dead, I sever your head (Okay)When shit touch the river my reign will be fedI touch the sky and bring life to the dead I watch my demons become Super Saiyan (Okay)Oh, I'm not an orphan (Yeah)Death is my importance (Yeah, okay)Rush without a soul, many will fall Feeling my bones, I say again Oh, I'm not an orphan (Okay)Death is my importance Rush without a soul, many will fall Feeling my bones, I say again (Yeah)Found this sound in Sweden, a while ago It's like, the more I explore this song, the more I explore different sounds, period It's like the more I fall in love with making music It's nice, actually I'm out my mind, see fear in your eyes I'm sick, I despise myself again The tears never come, my body is numb I feel like a god amongst the men Cut out my eyes, feed me with lies That I don't never have to see again I feed the hate, I feed the truthI give the pain to the youthFuck the devil for your wealth Pistol chilling on my shelf I control my own death And I don't need no fucking helpFuck the devil for your wealth Pistol chilling on my shelf I control my own death And I don't need no fucking help

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Big .30, get you hurtIf a nigga play me, I'ma murder himBig Glock on my hip, I'ma burn himOn gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'Hop out a SCAT, all black matteHop out, wooGang, gang The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)Bitch, I'm on demon time (bitch, I'm on demon time)Got my dawg in the cell, so it's free the guy (free 'em)He been talkin' too much, he gon' see the nine (grrah)Finna wet this bitch up like the pussy dry (on gang)If the feds pick me up, bitch, I'm pleadin' the fifth (the fifth)Hold the Drac' like a crutch, just to keep the bitch still (on gang)Hit that boy in his head, I was fiendin' to drill (what drill?)I was made from them trenches, I'm built for the field I ain't never ran, can't a nigga lie on me (niggas yap)Glock by my hip, keep the fire on me (that glick)I think with my gun, ain't got a mind on me (no cap)He serve around the block with his window tint Wipe the car down, get up in that bitch (get up in that bitch)Twelve on the ass so I hid my glick (grrah)That's fed time, nigga, they come with that sweep (no cap)Real life Warzone, I'm with that shit (I'm with it)Let's smoke grape blunts, I meant that shit (let's go)Watch your mouth in them songs, better fix that shit (better fix it)Big Backwoods smoke, no Swisher shit (no Swish')Glock baby with a Drac', had to switch that shit (gotta switch it)Engineer go dumb when he mix that shitBang the Drac' like a drum when I hit that bitch (boom-boom)Nigga, fuck where you're from, nigga, say some' bitch (say some')I'm a real life soldier, I'ma face some' bitch When it's Runtz in the blunts I'ma face some' bitch Little brother went to jail, he ain't say none nigga (he ain't say)Went to court he found out- was snitchin' (he snitched)Put a nigga in the grave, now all y'all bitches Turn my niggas up, now we all some glitches (we up)Big Glock in my hand but we all got rich (we all got rich)When the whole gang slide we all on missions (on gang)All y'all snakes, nigga, all y'all hissin' (six-o, six-o)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)Brand new judge already (?)I put a new switch and a blade on the chop' (on the chop')I need new sparks if they on the opps I'ma FN tomorrow when they send me the drop (send me the drop)You really got low from a helicopter I'm 200 and 0, I don't ever stop (no)How you want it to go? We got plenty shots (how it go)It's a body on niggas, we ain't totin' props (brrt)Play with any of mine and get whacked (get whacked)Watch 'em down on the scene, you couldn't see your dog (whacked, whacked)He got scraped in the table, went by the bar (no)Got a old Russian K long as Tony Parker (brrt)Load an eight, drunk it raw out the baby bottle (Wock', Wock', Wock')I love takin' these drugs, that my only problem We ain't whackin' for cheap, got to up the dollar (no)When it's time to go slide, I take my revolver Ever since a lil' nigga been loaded (loaded)Rockin' Cartier, I skipped the Rollie (I skipped the Rollie)Check them Percocet, make sure they coated (make sure they coated)Shot the carbon so much 'til I broke it (my brrt)No, ain't no mo' clubbin' for opps when they send the lo' get in motion (no, no, brrt-brrt)Get on point up in the car with me, you know we fully focused (know we fully focused)This one here was on KD, he too sneaky, he get the closest (too sneaky, he get close).762 AR pistol, this bitch all gold like a trophy (all gold like a trophy)And all my tint 'bout five percent, when we creeped up he couldn't even notice (couldn't even notice)Give up everythin' if you owe me (owe me)We slime shit like Nickelodeon (blatt, brrt, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)

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Big .30, get you hurtIf a nigga play me, I'ma murder himBig Glock on my hip, I'ma burn himOn gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'Hop out a SCAT, all black matteHop out, wooGang, gang The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)Bitch, I'm on demon time (bitch, I'm on demon time)Got my dawg in the cell, so it's free the guy (free 'em)He been talkin' too much, he gon' see the nine (grrah)Finna wet this bitch up like the pussy dry (on gang)If the feds pick me up, bitch, I'm pleadin' the fifth (the fifth)Hold the Drac' like a crutch, just to keep the bitch still (on gang)Hit that boy in his head, I was fiendin' to drill (what drill?)I was made from them trenches, I'm built for the field I ain't never ran, can't a nigga lie on me (niggas yap)Glock by my hip, keep the fire on me (that glick)I think with my gun, ain't got a mind on me (no cap)He serve around the block with his window tint Wipe the car down, get up in that bitch (get up in that bitch)Twelve on the ass so I hid my glick (grrah)That's fed time, nigga, they come with that sweep (no cap)Real life Warzone, I'm with that shit (I'm with it)Let's smoke grape blunts, I meant that shit (let's go)Watch your mouth in them songs, better fix that shit (better fix it)Big Backwoods smoke, no Swisher shit (no Swish')Glock baby with a Drac', had to switch that shit (gotta switch it)Engineer go dumb when he mix that shitBang the Drac' like a drum when I hit that bitch (boom-boom)Nigga, fuck where you're from, nigga, say some' bitch (say some')I'm a real life soldier, I'ma face some' bitch When it's Runtz in the blunts I'ma face some' bitch Little brother went to jail, he ain't say none nigga (he ain't say)Went to court he found out- was snitchin' (he snitched)Put a nigga in the grave, now all y'all bitches Turn my niggas up, now we all some glitches (we up)Big Glock in my hand but we all got rich (we all got rich)When the whole gang slide we all on missions (on gang)All y'all snakes, nigga, all y'all hissin' (six-o, six-o)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)Brand new judge already (?)I put a new switch and a blade on the chop' (on the chop')I need new sparks if they on the opps I'ma FN tomorrow when they send me the drop (send me the drop)You really got low from a helicopter I'm 200 and 0, I don't ever stop (no)How you want it to go? We got plenty shots (how it go)It's a body on niggas, we ain't totin' props (brrt)Play with any of mine and get whacked (get whacked)Watch 'em down on the scene, you couldn't see your dog (whacked, whacked)He got scraped in the table, went by the bar (no)Got a old Russian K long as Tony Parker (brrt)Load an eight, drunk it raw out the baby bottle (Wock', Wock', Wock')I love takin' these drugs, that my only problem We ain't whackin' for cheap, got to up the dollar (no)When it's time to go slide, I take my revolver Ever since a lil' nigga been loaded (loaded)Rockin' Cartier, I skipped the Rollie (I skipped the Rollie)Check them Percocet, make sure they coated (make sure they coated)Shot the carbon so much 'til I broke it (my brrt)No, ain't no mo' clubbin' for opps when they send the lo' get in motion (no, no, brrt-brrt)Get on point up in the car with me, you know we fully focused (know we fully focused)This one here was on KD, he too sneaky, he get the closest (too sneaky, he get close).762 AR pistol, this bitch all gold like a trophy (all gold like a trophy)And all my tint 'bout five percent, when we creeped up he couldn't even notice (couldn't even notice)Give up everythin' if you owe me (owe me)We slime shit like Nickelodeon (blatt, brrt, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there)They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)

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Three headed GOAT when we hop in the game and we monstrousThinking that you beating us, that shit is preposterousThree Tailed Beast and if you wait the bomb is comingInk pen in my hand, oh wait, I'm boutta summon somethingJotaro time piece, the Diamonds, they star PlatinumSticky fingers when I come around, your bags, I might snatch emDonkey Kong hands, what I bring to the fight, I might slap emMight clap em, hop in the cart with more coins, I might lap em ,Young Durag unchained, feel like AyatoBeefing with the gang, the blade quick, but you be dying slowDemons in my family, Nezuko, TanjiroDraco on my side, I pull it out, I'm on my Kaiba flowNeed a bitch like Akeno, likе my chicks kinda freakyI'ma give em round aftеr round like a TenkaichiI'ma put the tech to his face like he power seekingFeel like Itadori, when I'm out I gotta fight my demonsShorty at my crib and she giving up the coochieAnd I forget who she was, turn her ass to an IbukiGot a chick like Mai, in my crip we making moviesCaught that bitch at the Bodega and I smoke em like a LucyBitch, you a loser, even in your IsekaiI be with my Slimes, even when I'm out my IsekaiYou ain't got no life, but you still couldn't beat the guyIf you raise an arm, I'll leave em crushed like Vegeta pride, bitch If you fucking with the gang, then death will be the result of itWe pull up with more arms, waving than Merkava's UltimateBig metal on me, I'm starting to feel like Shulk a bit, heTalking tough online like a bitch, so these hands SpopovichDemon Gun on my waist, I keep that shit on my personHe lurking, I'm letting it fly like Mob hit one hundred percentAnd each bullet in the chamber, clip a smoke demon per sinMy whole fit dipped in Gucci, that's what I'mma dip her purse inCause I'm classy and you just ashySiv been in a race to the top and you can't pass meI be so ahead of my time, this dropped last weekAll my haters stay with the cap like they Mimic Dashie and that's weakGive a Rose to your bitch in some slides and a DuragFeeling like Otaku God, fly as a ZubatBeen the king of this anime, rap shit, but you knew thatYou sending shots? Blocboy JB cause we shoot back, bitchThree headed GOAT when we hop in the game and we monstrousThinking that you beating us, that shit is preposterousThree Tailed Beast and if you wait the bomb is comingInk pen in my hand, oh wait, I'm boutta summon somethingJotaro time piece, the Diamonds, they star PlatinumSticky fingers when I come around, your bags, I might snatch emDonkey Kong hands, what I bring to the fight, I might slap emMight clap em, hop in the cart with more coins, I might lap em

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Three headed GOAT when we hop in the game and we monstrousThinking that you beating us, that shit is preposterousThree Tailed Beast and if you wait the bomb is comingInk pen in my hand, oh wait, I'm boutta summon somethingJotaro time piece, the Diamonds, they star PlatinumSticky fingers when I come around, your bags, I might snatch emDonkey Kong hands, what I bring to the fight, I might slap emMight clap em, hop in the cart with more coins, I might lap em ,Young Durag unchained, feel like AyatoBeefing with the gang, the blade quick, but you be dying slowDemons in my family, Nezuko, TanjiroDraco on my side, I pull it out, I'm on my Kaiba flowNeed a bitch like Akeno, likе my chicks kinda freakyI'ma give em round aftеr round like a TenkaichiI'ma put the tech to his face like he power seekingFeel like Itadori, when I'm out I gotta fight my demonsShorty at my crib and she giving up the coochieAnd I forget who she was, turn her ass to an IbukiGot a chick like Mai, in my crip we making moviesCaught that bitch at the Bodega and I smoke em like a LucyBitch, you a loser, even in your IsekaiI be with my Slimes, even when I'm out my IsekaiYou ain't got no life, but you still couldn't beat the guyIf you raise an arm, I'll leave em crushed like Vegeta pride, bitch If you fucking with the gang, then death will be the result of itWe pull up with more arms, waving than Merkava's UltimateBig metal on me, I'm starting to feel like Shulk a bit, heTalking tough online like a bitch, so these hands SpopovichDemon Gun on my waist, I keep that shit on my personHe lurking, I'm letting it fly like Mob hit one hundred percentAnd each bullet in the chamber, clip a smoke demon per sinMy whole fit dipped in Gucci, that's what I'mma dip her purse inCause I'm classy and you just ashySiv been in a race to the top and you can't pass meI be so ahead of my time, this dropped last weekAll my haters stay with the cap like they Mimic Dashie and that's weakGive a Rose to your bitch in some slides and a DuragFeeling like Otaku God, fly as a ZubatBeen the king of this anime, rap shit, but you knew thatYou sending shots? Blocboy JB cause we shoot back, bitchThree headed GOAT when we hop in the game and we monstrousThinking that you beating us, that shit is preposterousThree Tailed Beast and if you wait the bomb is comingInk pen in my hand, oh wait, I'm boutta summon somethingJotaro time piece, the Diamonds, they star PlatinumSticky fingers when I come around, your bags, I might snatch emDonkey Kong hands, what I bring to the fight, I might slap emMight clap em, hop in the cart with more coins, I might lap em

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I gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what I been throughThis training's hyperbolicI ain't had a session in a minute But i'm back let me finishImma throw on the shadesGet insane with the pivotI can't throw awayGirl you know i'm melo with itRock a house like a gangMatter fact i'm bout to head to the look outI know niggas plottin so i'm always on the look outKeep a power pole cause Gero might be aroundBeerus covered in gold type droIt'll take me to the cloudsI gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what I been throughThis training's hyperbolicKamehameha waveFor niggas just ridding wavesI really do this shitI be sliding like roller skatesKeep it 100These nigga mobbin like animesShe want a super sayianSo i tell her don't be afraidThen i'm out the door yeaGrab a 3 5 of the dojaPaint the sky gold on nimbusHaters can't stop me with wishinI hope my niggas don't end up switchingI gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what i been throughThis training's hyperbolicTime and time againI had toDistance myself from everything and everyoneIncluding youCause i just came out of the chamberThe hyperbolic time chamberThey don't even know what i've been through

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I gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what I been throughThis training's hyperbolicI ain't had a session in a minute But i'm back let me finishImma throw on the shadesGet insane with the pivotI can't throw awayGirl you know i'm melo with itRock a house like a gangMatter fact i'm bout to head to the look outI know niggas plottin so i'm always on the look outKeep a power pole cause Gero might be aroundBeerus covered in gold type droIt'll take me to the cloudsI gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what I been throughThis training's hyperbolicKamehameha waveFor niggas just ridding wavesI really do this shitI be sliding like roller skatesKeep it 100These nigga mobbin like animesShe want a super sayianSo i tell her don't be afraidThen i'm out the door yeaGrab a 3 5 of the dojaPaint the sky gold on nimbusHaters can't stop me with wishinI hope my niggas don't end up switchingI gotta keep a powerpoleFor the red ribbon armyFly away on nimbus yeahHeaded up kami'sI need me a bag full of senzu to get me back startedYou don't even know what i been throughThis training's hyperbolicTime and time againI had toDistance myself from everything and everyoneIncluding youCause i just came out of the chamberThe hyperbolic time chamberThey don't even know what i've been through

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Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songsThat'll be so creativeYeah, uh, yeah, yeahAyy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahahaChase the money, chase money, hahahaYeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, WendiB-B-Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustPull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo costTeacher said you won't be successful makin' those animationsShut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminationsI tear a page out the bible if I be out of papersIdle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafersPastor said you won't be successful gettin' that boomin'Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a humanAnd I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoonSave me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shroomsMaybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoonYeah, I feel like a cartoonI'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicestAlways eat your food with spicesPay attention to the prices, don't be made into a suckaYou won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upperTupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpetI park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targetsHit like a guitar pick that's strummin'Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I runRun up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it outCoke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it outDon't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' itYou hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' itI got two hands on that bitch, I won't double backI got that cookie it double wrapI got Gelato in Cuban tobaccoI popped a new bottle and blew out her back, hoI act like a wackoI spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the gooYou a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bagTry me, I'll always pull up with a larger magBuilt like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' meSmoke up a garden G, I think it harden meI am not hurtin', my pain is too far to seeBitch if we kick it, no way you say "naw" to weed or to poppin' a bottleWe pop him, he waddleI ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a modelI stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uhNobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whoreYou pay to get to seen, you poorDon't play for no team, I'm bored, huh?Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an assholeWalk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castleYou one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchelThat shit a purse, but it's less of a hassleWhy it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitchI pack her smackin' lipsMy dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quickStackin' chips like it's a Pringles canLet's get it crackin' bitch, niggaBring it then, bring it thenBitch, I'm, bitch, I'mBitch, I'm smoking (bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustCubieBitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I'm feelin' greatYeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I'm feelin' great, chopstick get ateFuck yo fate, change your fuckin' stateUnder sewer grates, put the stock up to my waistI make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fakeI tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my faceBitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a caseThe pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the streetKeep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for?We racin' on our feet, we move with hasteI'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' offFree 14, all these other rappers softSpider Gang, choppa coughBitch, on paper I look greater than presidentsSet preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence lockerMedicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropperI keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit redAnd I drop ya dead and in heaven with papaB-B-Bitch I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and GretelSippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettlePullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metalsSpend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh)He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserieYou history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-DooI roll up my doobie, full of the beautifulHer booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutableRun up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooterI don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computerBack in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it)I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruderBitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustP-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo costT-T-Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animationsT-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (nah)I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah)Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh(Ha, now we're so original guys, let's add that to the new genre)(Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)

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Ha, hey guys, let's do one of those no melody songsThat'll be so creativeYeah, uh, yeah, yeahAyy, Wendigo, you sound like Kenny Beats right now, hahahaChase the money, chase money, hahahaYeah, oh my God, bitch, yes, yeah, WendiB-B-Bitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustPull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo costTeacher said you won't be successful makin' those animationsShut yo apple-eatin' ass up and do some laminationsI tear a page out the bible if I be out of papersIdle niggas worshipin' idols, put acid in yo wafersPastor said you won't be successful gettin' that boomin'Did I ask ya pussy nigga? You a humanAnd I'ma be a star soon, wavy like Ahab, hit that nigga with the harpoonSave me, I may have pulled the trigger, ate some hard 'shroomsMaybe I'm faded but I wiggle like a cartoonYeah, I feel like a cartoonI'm in yo devices, perpetuate your vices in crisis, but I'm the nicestAlways eat your food with spicesPay attention to the prices, don't be made into a suckaYou won't have enough for supper, keep ya numbers on the upperTupperware eatin', my seatin' steady on the carpetI park it and then I spark it, no marketin' hittin' targetsHit like a guitar pick that's strummin'Or like a drum that be gunnin' you down for fun, I chuckle, and then I runRun up, I dump it out, he wanna thump it outCoke in a mountain, my bitch gotta lump it outDon't do no arguments, pull up, no parkin' itYou hear the sound when my niggas is sparkin' itI got two hands on that bitch, I won't double backI got that cookie it double wrapI got Gelato in Cuban tobaccoI popped a new bottle and blew out her back, hoI act like a wackoI spit like I'm chewin' on you and don't know what to do with the gooYou a slimy ass nigga, you drip like a garbage bagTry me, I'll always pull up with a larger magBuilt like an armory, niggas got no chance of harmin' meSmoke up a garden G, I think it harden meI am not hurtin', my pain is too far to seeBitch if we kick it, no way you say "naw" to weed or to poppin' a bottleWe pop him, he waddleI ain't never dawdle, I'm kickin' the throttle while fuckin' a modelI stay as drawin', yo life is novel and most of it awful, uhNobody read no more, I stay on the screen, you whoreYou pay to get to seen, you poorDon't play for no team, I'm bored, huh?Talkin' that shit yo lip look like an assholeWalk in that bitch, shoot the bricks out yo castleYou one them niggas, not purse, it's a satchelThat shit a purse, but it's less of a hassleWhy it got tassels? Why it got tassels on it?I won't pass the chronic to ya, supersonic-hoover-vacuum, bitchI pack her smackin' lipsMy dick attack her, slip inside her back-end quickStackin' chips like it's a Pringles canLet's get it crackin' bitch, niggaBring it then, bring it thenBitch, I'm, bitch, I'mBitch, I'm smoking (bitch, I'm smoking) gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustCubieBitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I'm feelin' greatYeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)Bitch, bring the hate, bring the smokeBitch, I'm feelin' great, chopstick get ateFuck yo fate, change your fuckin' stateUnder sewer grates, put the stock up to my waistI make you flip, like a cake, fuck yo zip, yo cookie fakeI tend to drip when I bake, put tobacco in my faceBitch, off the rip, I be laced, go outside and catch a caseThe pussy wet from the mace, riot dyin' in the streetKeep up the pace, fuck you slowin' for?We racin' on our feet, we move with hasteI'm amazed, all these niggas fallin' offFree 14, all these other rappers softSpider Gang, choppa coughBitch, on paper I look greater than presidentsSet preposterous precedents, got a roster of resonance copper?Bother the residents proper, stockin' your evidence lockerMedicine set, it'll stomp your head in a dropperI keep the lead in a yappa, I get to poppin' ya top or ya legs and sever spit redAnd I drop ya dead and in heaven with papaB-B-Bitch I'm smokin' heat like an oven, Hansel and GretelSippin' tea inside your neighborhood, cannot handle the kettlePullin' up, double glovin', I'm buzzin' grippin' the metalsSpend a dozen and dip before he can settle (yuh)He want beef, but he a chicken, I smoke a nigga, rotisserieYou history, I use my machine to make you a mystery like Scooby-DooI roll up my doobie, full of the beautifulHer booty pull me in 'cause she's suitable, irrefutableRun up on you, make you a victim, I'm the fuckin' shooterI don't pay for features, I lick 'em, watch your damn computerBack in high school they took my scooter, they made me a looter (they did it)I feel smart, I ain't need no tutor, born a true intruderBitch I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the holocaustP-P-Pull up with a K on my rifle, that's what the holo costT-T-Teacher said you won't be successful makin' those animationsT-T-Teacher ain't no doctor, ain't got no patience (nah)I feel like a cartoon (yeah, yeah)Bitch, bitch (huh), I feel like a cartoon, huh(Ha, now we're so original guys, let's add that to the new genre)(Oh my God, so lyrical, I only deserve when there's so much clou-)

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All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go!Let your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clearFor the tribe, do it for the tribe nigga, or 'cause you aliveFree what is inside, nigga, I know why you cryThere is something vile, taking people ain't no lieI know we should smile bigger because we will dieMama, why we die?Tell me, mama, why we die?I know why they hate me because I will not be shy"I just wanna fly, Daedalus, I have to try""No, don't be a fool, Icarus, you flew too high"Son, move, get out of my wayHe was just a boy, wanna play with the daySee him where he lay, now see him where he layDon't succumb to ignorance, or you will have to pay with ya lifePlay with a knife, you could filet what you write withStay outta fightsTryna spit or you tryna gang-bang? Pick a typeI don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipesI won't front, nigga, what you want?I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucka nigga cuntsKick it punt, I don't fuck with runts, 117 killing gruntsThey in Heaven when I hunt, when I hit him then he...Let his brain leak out of his earsGo insane, bitch, I'll punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clearLet your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, if you not why you here?Go, go, goOne, two, one, two, three, niggaBitch, I'm killing everyoneBitch, I'm causing a genocideFuck these rapping niggas, they cappingTap in, pretend to slideBitch, I'm in the field like a soldier, I'm making fucking movesMade of paper, nigga, I'll fold ya, roll ya, and tuck in smoothNiggas wanna talk, I don't have the timeI be on the block meditating, making rhymesUh, you be hella hating, ain't got no cock, got no spine (yuh)There ain't no debating, do not talk, make a lineBitch, I keep it on me, like commie or an AmericanI ain't smoking with you, but money could make me share it thenSweeter than some honey and funny 'cause I ain't very tanStill the darkest rapper, you slapping, I'm killing every manHuh, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, yeah, yeahAre you still offended? (Are you?)Let me know, please do not beI care so much about how you feel

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All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go!Let your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clearFor the tribe, do it for the tribe nigga, or 'cause you aliveFree what is inside, nigga, I know why you cryThere is something vile, taking people ain't no lieI know we should smile bigger because we will dieMama, why we die?Tell me, mama, why we die?I know why they hate me because I will not be shy"I just wanna fly, Daedalus, I have to try""No, don't be a fool, Icarus, you flew too high"Son, move, get out of my wayHe was just a boy, wanna play with the daySee him where he lay, now see him where he layDon't succumb to ignorance, or you will have to pay with ya lifePlay with a knife, you could filet what you write withStay outta fightsTryna spit or you tryna gang-bang? Pick a typeI don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipesI won't front, nigga, what you want?I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucka nigga cuntsKick it punt, I don't fuck with runts, 117 killing gruntsThey in Heaven when I hunt, when I hit him then he...Let his brain leak out of his earsGo insane, bitch, I'll punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, I see you very clearLet your brain leak out of your earsGo insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayyPick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tearsWe war-ready, if you not why you here?Go, go, goOne, two, one, two, three, niggaBitch, I'm killing everyoneBitch, I'm causing a genocideFuck these rapping niggas, they cappingTap in, pretend to slideBitch, I'm in the field like a soldier, I'm making fucking movesMade of paper, nigga, I'll fold ya, roll ya, and tuck in smoothNiggas wanna talk, I don't have the timeI be on the block meditating, making rhymesUh, you be hella hating, ain't got no cock, got no spine (yuh)There ain't no debating, do not talk, make a lineBitch, I keep it on me, like commie or an AmericanI ain't smoking with you, but money could make me share it thenSweeter than some honey and funny 'cause I ain't very tanStill the darkest rapper, you slapping, I'm killing every manHuh, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, yeah, yeahBI-BI-BI-BI, yeah, yeahAre you still offended? (Are you?)Let me know, please do not beI care so much about how you feel

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Go, go, go!Yeah, yeah, get it, get it, get it, get it, get itOh my, oh my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way!I'll run up that check before I run any fadesKilling shit for fun but I ain't catching no caseChilling in the sun, a villain catching some raysL-l-legalize the fungi nigga, I eat it anywayIt could start with one guy, nigga, the world got plenty fakesIt don't need another fire with my brothers in the streetThey don't show no love, I sight the others, they look industryLet 'em sleep, goodness me, tell me, what should this be?Why you in my live talking shit? I ain't saying shit to youKeep my pride on my hip, that's a weapon I can't losePeep my vibe or keep zip your lipsWhy won't you choose to love everybody?Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore the signs and people's rhymes?Yo' niggas are retarded, he slid and left his .9Yo mama must have dropped yo' ass upon you spineI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, we mobbing through the lobbyThat faggot tried to rob me"No hoe" like D-Lo, bitchI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I think the copper saw meBut I ain't chain link hopping'Cause I ain't see no shitNiggas will believe whatever you tell 'em, if you tell 'em enoughHelpful when you selling some stuff or starting a warThey rotten at the heart at the coreI'm plotting to pour LSD in the reservoirAll over the floor, I'm bringing Psilocybin on tourI'm hiding the cure for fixing niggas, I'm very sureStop being depressedStep outside and puff out your chestHe made you the best that's ever gonna jump out the nestI'm a crushing a pest, you rushing to get up like you nextYou failing the test, impale yourself through one of your breastsSomewhere on your chestYour heart departs and leaves you with lessNow look at this messBitch, pull yourself together, no restI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I know that copper saw meBut I ain't chain link hopping'Cause I'm up in his whipStop (I know you, motherfucker)Stop resisting (fucking bitch), stop resisting (let me go, you fucking motherfucker)Stop resisting (agh)

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Go, go, go!Yeah, yeah, get it, get it, get it, get it, get itOh my, oh my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way!I'll run up that check before I run any fadesKilling shit for fun but I ain't catching no caseChilling in the sun, a villain catching some raysL-l-legalize the fungi nigga, I eat it anywayIt could start with one guy, nigga, the world got plenty fakesIt don't need another fire with my brothers in the streetThey don't show no love, I sight the others, they look industryLet 'em sleep, goodness me, tell me, what should this be?Why you in my live talking shit? I ain't saying shit to youKeep my pride on my hip, that's a weapon I can't losePeep my vibe or keep zip your lipsWhy won't you choose to love everybody?Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore the signs and people's rhymes?Yo' niggas are retarded, he slid and left his .9Yo mama must have dropped yo' ass upon you spineI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, we mobbing through the lobbyThat faggot tried to rob me"No hoe" like D-Lo, bitchI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I think the copper saw meBut I ain't chain link hopping'Cause I ain't see no shitNiggas will believe whatever you tell 'em, if you tell 'em enoughHelpful when you selling some stuff or starting a warThey rotten at the heart at the coreI'm plotting to pour LSD in the reservoirAll over the floor, I'm bringing Psilocybin on tourI'm hiding the cure for fixing niggas, I'm very sureStop being depressedStep outside and puff out your chestHe made you the best that's ever gonna jump out the nestI'm a crushing a pest, you rushing to get up like you nextYou failing the test, impale yourself through one of your breastsSomewhere on your chestYour heart departs and leaves you with lessNow look at this messBitch, pull yourself together, no restI feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, I know that copper saw meBut I ain't chain link hopping'Cause I'm up in his whipStop (I know you, motherfucker)Stop resisting (fucking bitch), stop resisting (let me go, you fucking motherfucker)Stop resisting (agh)

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Yeah, yeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huhWhat goes around, comes aroundGoes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ayyWhat goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uhSpider gang shit (uh, Spider gang shit)Goes around, uh, what you what (goes around, goes around, goes around)(Yeah, Karma)Don't be afraid, step right up, step right up!Take your turn at the legendary wheel of KarmaBut remember, that what goes aroundComes back around, goes back around to you, yeahWhat goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around, goes around, come back to youMy mama told me that was truePeople remember like elephants doPeople forget all the elements tooLiving and breathing, succeeding at musicAt leading the crew with a passionThese niggas ain't move'Cause they crashing and talent, they rationingI'll get a bat, I might bash him inGripping a blade, and I'm slashing him, happen to you!I pull up on 'em no maskingI'm smokin' that dope up in LassenWith DRAIN THE SWAMP blasting I'm coolI'm on the beach up in TahoePacking that THC inside a RAW coneI'll be happy when it's all goneMary Jane answer whenever she called onI had to fall down, I'm smoking too muchFold up a Post-It, I'm chiefing a blue crutchI do not do Dutch, I don't do BackwoodsGrab a leaf, only tobacco that smack goodI fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway7 a.m. and I'm having a great dayI'm putting on weight like I'm Tay-KAnime rapper, you sound like a BeybladeAnime rapper, you hard or you not though?Go sip on yo' Wock' and the bars that you pop, ohYou need a Glock on yo' lap and it cocked orYou grip yo' cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?Niggas walk around in dark clothesBitch, I'm smoking at the park, O'sAsking questions like a narc, noWhy you sitting at the start? Go!

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Yeah, yeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeahYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huhYeah, huh, yeah, huhWhat goes around, comes aroundGoes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ayyWhat goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uhSpider gang shit (uh, Spider gang shit)Goes around, uh, what you what (goes around, goes around, goes around)(Yeah, Karma)Don't be afraid, step right up, step right up!Take your turn at the legendary wheel of KarmaBut remember, that what goes aroundComes back around, goes back around to you, yeahWhat goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around, goes around, come back to youMy mama told me that was truePeople remember like elephants doPeople forget all the elements tooLiving and breathing, succeeding at musicAt leading the crew with a passionThese niggas ain't move'Cause they crashing and talent, they rationingI'll get a bat, I might bash him inGripping a blade, and I'm slashing him, happen to you!I pull up on 'em no maskingI'm smokin' that dope up in LassenWith DRAIN THE SWAMP blasting I'm coolI'm on the beach up in TahoePacking that THC inside a RAW coneI'll be happy when it's all goneMary Jane answer whenever she called onI had to fall down, I'm smoking too muchFold up a Post-It, I'm chiefing a blue crutchI do not do Dutch, I don't do BackwoodsGrab a leaf, only tobacco that smack goodI fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway7 a.m. and I'm having a great dayI'm putting on weight like I'm Tay-KAnime rapper, you sound like a BeybladeAnime rapper, you hard or you not though?Go sip on yo' Wock' and the bars that you pop, ohYou need a Glock on yo' lap and it cocked orYou grip yo' cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?Niggas walk around in dark clothesBitch, I'm smoking at the park, O'sAsking questions like a narc, noWhy you sitting at the start? Go!

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Oh? What's this? (Yuh-yuh)Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitchI'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)I wonder if these niggas really grip these GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she gimme top, uh-huhSkipping to the store, I got a red hood onSalvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bongThere's a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in painYeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brainDivinorum in her veins, guess she was on LexaproThe combo made her go insaneShe feel calmer on cocaine (true story)Don't rap for fame (too whorey)Bitch, whatchu sayin'?I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (root for me)I take my pain, make the musicPlant a bomb, can't defuse itI am calm, I am lucidThey betting on that he lose it, never had it to start withBreak you like using guitar pickConstipated always making that hard shitContemplating taking niggas real far, shitThings happen, niggas switch, you evolve withTime moving, rhyme smoothin'Stay focused, you will shine through sinStreet tacos get some dimes, who's in?Know a nigga threw the lime juice inI know how to live (I know how to live)I know how to die tooYou could jump off a buildingEat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes tooI'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)I wonder if these niggas really grip these GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she gimme top, uh-huhWhipping up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (shit I drop)

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Oh? What's this? (Yuh-yuh)Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitchI'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)I wonder if these niggas really grip these GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she gimme top, uh-huhSkipping to the store, I got a red hood onSalvia, we ripping out a ten-foot bongThere's a bitch inside my house, she keep on saying she's in painYeah, she's sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brainDivinorum in her veins, guess she was on LexaproThe combo made her go insaneShe feel calmer on cocaine (true story)Don't rap for fame (too whorey)Bitch, whatchu sayin'?I'm Super Saiyan, you super plain (root for me)I take my pain, make the musicPlant a bomb, can't defuse itI am calm, I am lucidThey betting on that he lose it, never had it to start withBreak you like using guitar pickConstipated always making that hard shitContemplating taking niggas real far, shitThings happen, niggas switch, you evolve withTime moving, rhyme smoothin'Stay focused, you will shine through sinStreet tacos get some dimes, who's in?Know a nigga threw the lime juice inI know how to live (I know how to live)I know how to die tooYou could jump off a buildingEat mushroom for healing, put acid in your eyes tooI'ma fuck around, and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)I wonder if these niggas really grip these GlocksTripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she gimme top, uh-huhWhipping up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (shit I drop)

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Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the-We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because (ayy, you Lil Darkie, nigga?)And we want to suppress your opinion, fascisticallyTake away the First Amendment!All hail censorship! All hail our feelings!My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is rightThat I should fight if Heaven poursI am very, very, sorryMy apologies, for coming off so harshlyImpart me, second chanceSo I can dance the way you want meYou Nazi! Got me!Take a lot more than that to top meSoft ain't what I'm made ofYou're the one acting like AdolfCocky, way that you goose-steppingWay you loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin'Talking 'bout who to shove under the busAnd who all of us trust that we shouldn'tThis just in, Lil Darkie is racistSpreading the message of Satan with facesBlacker than any of us prolly areBut I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retardHe tryna be hard, we tryna be safeBy making it hard for you to createNiggas that heard of me fight and debateI don't deserve not one word of the hateMind control, all my thoughts are mine to holdAll down in my spinal cordBitch, this ain't my final formI got no time for you puppets, take yo' opinion and shove itI keep my spirit above itI'm taking criticism if it isn't ignorantI'm not concerned with fitting in, I hit it differentI'm a cartoon, but niggas doing more pretending than meBitches act offended, they get me banned on IGYou don't gotta be a hater, you don't like meWhy I keep a grin on my face, on my teethAll these niggas mad, they ain't eating like concentration campsCut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fenceMost these niggas faking, not working, I'm puttin' them asideSmoke until there's nothing remaining, I call it genocide

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Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the-We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because (ayy, you Lil Darkie, nigga?)And we want to suppress your opinion, fascisticallyTake away the First Amendment!All hail censorship! All hail our feelings!My God is realer than yours, he said what I do is rightThat I should fight if Heaven poursI am very, very, sorryMy apologies, for coming off so harshlyImpart me, second chanceSo I can dance the way you want meYou Nazi! Got me!Take a lot more than that to top meSoft ain't what I'm made ofYou're the one acting like AdolfCocky, way that you goose-steppingWay you loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin'Talking 'bout who to shove under the busAnd who all of us trust that we shouldn'tThis just in, Lil Darkie is racistSpreading the message of Satan with facesBlacker than any of us prolly areBut I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retardHe tryna be hard, we tryna be safeBy making it hard for you to createNiggas that heard of me fight and debateI don't deserve not one word of the hateMind control, all my thoughts are mine to holdAll down in my spinal cordBitch, this ain't my final formI got no time for you puppets, take yo' opinion and shove itI keep my spirit above itI'm taking criticism if it isn't ignorantI'm not concerned with fitting in, I hit it differentI'm a cartoon, but niggas doing more pretending than meBitches act offended, they get me banned on IGYou don't gotta be a hater, you don't like meWhy I keep a grin on my face, on my teethAll these niggas mad, they ain't eating like concentration campsCut yourself escaping from, leaving over the nation fenceMost these niggas faking, not working, I'm puttin' them asideSmoke until there's nothing remaining, I call it genocide

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In 2016, everything changed when I fuckin' dropped dead (dropped dead)In 2017, 25 city tour back to back, ain't stoppin' (nah)2018 to infinity, droppin' like a bomb, I'm atomic ('tomic)Bitch it's OmenXIII, I'ma keep it zero-one, triple-zero, triple-one bitchI don't really fuck with nobodyNow they all mad they can't stop me, give a fuck if you got meBitch, I still know they all watchin'Bitch, we all know they still watchin', we can see it in the commentsI don't really fuck with you, shawtyNow I know she mad she can't cop me, give a fuck, bitch, I got itEverybody know that I got itEverybody know that I'm solid, you can see it in my walletRunnin' through bands on the dailyRunnin' through racks bi-weekly (we be)Gunnin' through plans like we crazyWhy the fuck is yo' mans tryna see me? (They be)Plottin' on me and that's shadyLast year the same dude hate me (but see)Got it on me, bands latelyEverybody wanna be famous (not me)OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeansBlack nails, everything all black on meFloatin' out the room like a motherfuckin' ghostWith my new jean chains and my XL TeeEverybody know me when they see me nowadaysI'm amazed, I just say now that's how life beFuck the ones that hated, we ain't never gonna stopWe keep heading to the top, and that's on meFuck the ones that say you can't make it, everybody know they just hatin' (hatin')Fuck these internet fake killers, everybody know which ones fakin' (fakin')Fuck a nine-to-five, bitch, I did it, everybody know I ain't kiddin' (ain't kiddin')And fuck all the rules, I'm a misfit, everybody know I ain't listenin' (real shit)Fuck the ones that say you can't make it, everybody know they just hatin' (hatin')Fuck these internet fake killas, everybody know which ones fakin' (fakin')Fuck a nine-to-five, bitch, I did it, everybody know I ain't kiddin' (ain't kiddin')And fuck all the rules, I'm a misfit, everybody know I ain't listenin' (real shit)

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In 2016, everything changed when I fuckin' dropped dead (dropped dead)In 2017, 25 city tour back to back, ain't stoppin' (nah)2018 to infinity, droppin' like a bomb, I'm atomic ('tomic)Bitch it's OmenXIII, I'ma keep it zero-one, triple-zero, triple-one bitchI don't really fuck with nobodyNow they all mad they can't stop me, give a fuck if you got meBitch, I still know they all watchin'Bitch, we all know they still watchin', we can see it in the commentsI don't really fuck with you, shawtyNow I know she mad she can't cop me, give a fuck, bitch, I got itEverybody know that I got itEverybody know that I'm solid, you can see it in my walletRunnin' through bands on the dailyRunnin' through racks bi-weekly (we be)Gunnin' through plans like we crazyWhy the fuck is yo' mans tryna see me? (They be)Plottin' on me and that's shadyLast year the same dude hate me (but see)Got it on me, bands latelyEverybody wanna be famous (not me)OmenXIII, black shirt, black jeansBlack nails, everything all black on meFloatin' out the room like a motherfuckin' ghostWith my new jean chains and my XL TeeEverybody know me when they see me nowadaysI'm amazed, I just say now that's how life beFuck the ones that hated, we ain't never gonna stopWe keep heading to the top, and that's on meFuck the ones that say you can't make it, everybody know they just hatin' (hatin')Fuck these internet fake killers, everybody know which ones fakin' (fakin')Fuck a nine-to-five, bitch, I did it, everybody know I ain't kiddin' (ain't kiddin')And fuck all the rules, I'm a misfit, everybody know I ain't listenin' (real shit)Fuck the ones that say you can't make it, everybody know they just hatin' (hatin')Fuck these internet fake killas, everybody know which ones fakin' (fakin')Fuck a nine-to-five, bitch, I did it, everybody know I ain't kiddin' (ain't kiddin')And fuck all the rules, I'm a misfit, everybody know I ain't listenin' (real shit)

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Nigga I'll be damned (who?) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week (shit)'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (damn, damn)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?)Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn), my name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?)Niggas actin' tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two palletsDress a nigga up like a new stylist (uh-huh), out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)Would've bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (uh-huh)If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be meShootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh), rob you, ain't shit you gon' do 'bout it (uh-huh)My lil' bitch want a new body (what?), my bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah)I'm goin' Scotty like too hotty (yeah), you gettin' shot if you too cocky (what?)We slide with sticks like we play hockey, and you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damnRun out (yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (uh-huh)We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun)Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)Damn, what now? (what?) it was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now)I was bummy, now look who the bum nowA nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be meShootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

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Nigga I'll be damned (who?) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week (shit)'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (damn, damn)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?)Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)Police they catch me, I'm too silent (damn), my name speak volume, I'm too violent (huh?)Niggas actin' tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two palletsDress a nigga up like a new stylist (uh-huh), out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh)Would've bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (uh-huh)If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (boom, boom, boom)Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be meShootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh), rob you, ain't shit you gon' do 'bout it (uh-huh)My lil' bitch want a new body (what?), my bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (grrah, grrah)I'm goin' Scotty like too hotty (yeah), you gettin' shot if you too cocky (what?)We slide with sticks like we play hockey, and you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damnRun out (yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (uh-huh)We got some money, it's fun now (it's fun)Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (grrah, grrah)Damn, what now? (what?) it was funny but now it's not fun now (it's not fun now)I was bummy, now look who the bum nowA nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (boom, boom, boom)Nigga I'll be damned (damn) if a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweetNigga I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin', I'll be at the crib every day of the week'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep, war outside, niggas couldn't even eat (shit)I was 16 with a Carbon 15 (yeah), motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be meShootin' shit sunup to sundown (uh), he was just playin' tough, he gon' run nowAll these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun outI'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun outGotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (he get too wild)I'm the first name that they say in the shootoutGod textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (damn, damn)

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Bro's on your block with that Glock, right now, ayTry me like an Opp and indeed, get shot downShow me that ooh hey, ooh, and she wannaYou wanna l-l-lick my, lick my dick like a, like a what? Nice!Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh!Hi, my name's Ryan!What they, what they, what they call me?They call me wolf in sheep skin (yah, ay, ay, yah)Try me, might fightFist fuck, on sightWrist heavy, fat dykePop Molly, Mike IkeI got glacial white iceAnd my bitch rack niceAnd I do fight dykesRide my dick like a bikeI got black in my vootsMy name Toby, like I'm RootsGrab that bat, Babe RuthSwing that bitch might lose a toothShe suck dick with no toothMy nose runny like "achoo"With that pussy, I got coinsMight insert right in her groinIt's like jelly, ayyDick right in her belly, uh, yuhBaby got back, yuhBitch, come look at my tats, uh, yuhYou got taxed, yuhMy head lookin' like Bratz, uh, yuhDump that bitch, yuhWho gonna hold my racks, uh, huh

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Bro's on your block with that Glock, right now, ayTry me like an Opp and indeed, get shot downShow me that ooh hey, ooh, and she wannaYou wanna l-l-lick my, lick my dick like a, like a what? Nice!Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh!Hi, my name's Ryan!What they, what they, what they call me?They call me wolf in sheep skin (yah, ay, ay, yah)Try me, might fightFist fuck, on sightWrist heavy, fat dykePop Molly, Mike IkeI got glacial white iceAnd my bitch rack niceAnd I do fight dykesRide my dick like a bikeI got black in my vootsMy name Toby, like I'm RootsGrab that bat, Babe RuthSwing that bitch might lose a toothShe suck dick with no toothMy nose runny like "achoo"With that pussy, I got coinsMight insert right in her groinIt's like jelly, ayyDick right in her belly, uh, yuhBaby got back, yuhBitch, come look at my tats, uh, yuhYou got taxed, yuhMy head lookin' like Bratz, uh, yuhDump that bitch, yuhWho gonna hold my racks, uh, huh

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You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?I'd rather sing about the same things that we claimSuch is bashful, but niggas like a task forceMobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruhNiggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silentWhat's the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump?Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chumpLook in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckonThink about the people who own it for 'bout a secondI know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirsThis is not a game, quit violence and grow a pairBut sure, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the black prejudiceLet's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevantViews,” and etcetera, knives thrownDamage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, obliviousI won't dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignoranceMurder opps, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of itBathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'emAuction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'emI could preach the peace but say, "Fuck it," and preach the murder'Cause this ain't fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extensionGive death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, sonGlory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocenceBut in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignoranceBlasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black

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You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?I'd rather sing about the same things that we claimSuch is bashful, but niggas like a task forceMobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruhNiggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silentWhat's the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump?Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chumpLook in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckonThink about the people who own it for 'bout a secondI know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirsThis is not a game, quit violence and grow a pairBut sure, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the black prejudiceLet's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevantViews,” and etcetera, knives thrownDamage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, obliviousI won't dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignoranceMurder opps, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of itBathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'emAuction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'emI could preach the peace but say, "Fuck it," and preach the murder'Cause this ain't fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extensionGive death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, sonGlory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocenceBut in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignoranceBlasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' black

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Ayy, nigga, I know you care aboutGosha, andPretty things, butBut can you tell me what you don't give a fuck about, nigga?LikeWhat don't you give a fuck about, nigga?I'on give a fuck aboutHmm, shitAyyNice chainRed Balmains (ayy)Chain swangLike pretty thangs (yah)Kick a bitchCall me Liu Kang (Liu Kang)Dumb bitchGive me dumb brain (yuh)Wrist wetWet like rain (ayy)Nike SwooshWhite Cocaines (cocaína)IcebergThat's Gucci Mane (burr)Tall racksLike Yao Ming (Yao Ming)Fuck schoolI'on fuck with rules (I'on fuck with 'em)Laid back, niggaAlways keep a tool (keep a tool)You a pussy niggaYou a fuckin' fool (you a fool)Wait, hold upAyy, ayyBitches look at me like I am a jewel (like a jewel)I be posted wit' yo' bitch in the pool (in the pool)Blast off, wait (ah)Jet fuel (jet fuel)Fuck this world, man, these bitches so cruel (so cruel)What you want from me, Mercedes AMG? (AMG)Push to start, bitchNo keys (no keys)They don't gotta know about you and me (nah)You the only one I know and I trust (and I trust)Baby, you my angel and the stardustNiggas always wanna act so tough (so tough)Played out (phew, phew)See the cuffs (see the cuffs)I be with my soldiers, eatin' chicken wingsNigga, you can't hangThis is not your game (not your game)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs)Long clipGosha, GoshaBang, bang (bang, bang)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs, ayy)Long clipGosha, GoshaBang, bang (bang, bang)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs, ayy)

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Ayy, nigga, I know you care aboutGosha, andPretty things, butBut can you tell me what you don't give a fuck about, nigga?LikeWhat don't you give a fuck about, nigga?I'on give a fuck aboutHmm, shitAyyNice chainRed Balmains (ayy)Chain swangLike pretty thangs (yah)Kick a bitchCall me Liu Kang (Liu Kang)Dumb bitchGive me dumb brain (yuh)Wrist wetWet like rain (ayy)Nike SwooshWhite Cocaines (cocaína)IcebergThat's Gucci Mane (burr)Tall racksLike Yao Ming (Yao Ming)Fuck schoolI'on fuck with rules (I'on fuck with 'em)Laid back, niggaAlways keep a tool (keep a tool)You a pussy niggaYou a fuckin' fool (you a fool)Wait, hold upAyy, ayyBitches look at me like I am a jewel (like a jewel)I be posted wit' yo' bitch in the pool (in the pool)Blast off, wait (ah)Jet fuel (jet fuel)Fuck this world, man, these bitches so cruel (so cruel)What you want from me, Mercedes AMG? (AMG)Push to start, bitchNo keys (no keys)They don't gotta know about you and me (nah)You the only one I know and I trust (and I trust)Baby, you my angel and the stardustNiggas always wanna act so tough (so tough)Played out (phew, phew)See the cuffs (see the cuffs)I be with my soldiers, eatin' chicken wingsNigga, you can't hangThis is not your game (not your game)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs)Long clipGosha, GoshaBang, bang (bang, bang)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs, ayy)Long clipGosha, GoshaBang, bang (bang, bang)Black fitGosha, GoshaGold fangs (gold fangs, ayy)

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Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'How you real? Your homie just got k- (how?) And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)You the type to get booked and tell on your friends and act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)I'll be damned, n- know who I am (they know)We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.m. (let's go, let's go)N- think it's sweet since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)I'm on the block, still fuck a broke n- b- boy, I don't give a s-Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist isI done s- so many men (what?) I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' withIf I crack once, won't crack again (I won't), ain't with that feelin' shit (ah, nah, nah)Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

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Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'How you real? Your homie just got k- (how?) And you still ain't did nothin' (what?)You the type to get booked and tell on your friends and act like you ain't said nothin' (damn, damn)I'll be damned, n- know who I am (they know)We got the call and spinned the van, we call it 2 a.m. (let's go, let's go)N- think it's sweet since I got rich like I won't shoot at them (boom, boom)I'm on the block, still fuck a broke n- b- boy, I don't give a s-Ice so cold I make her sick, know who my dentist isI done s- so many men (what?) I think I'm 50 Cent (I think I am)I ask once, won't ask again (I won't), know who you dealin' withIf I crack once, won't crack again (I won't), ain't with that feelin' shit (ah, nah, nah)Man, these n- h-, I already know (I know)Tell him drop the lo' (what?) He gon' get exposed (get exposed)Too real, I cannot go (I can't), plus, I keep a p- (keep my p-)My chain white and gold (white and gold), wrist so cold, I'll make it snow (make it snow)Rap beef turn to homicide (uh-huh), you diss then we gon' slide (what? Huh?)He got shot, but he ain't d- (what?) Sike, you know he d- (uh-huh)I fell back and got my bands up (uh-huh), still, I'll make you put your hands up (put your hands up)I'm with E. dogg, he gon' blam somethin' (uh-huh), free D. Rose, he ain't tell nothin'

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Yeah, ayYeah, ay ay ayYeah, yeahYeah, ayAy, ay ayI'm like bitch, who is your man's? (Aye)Can't keep my dick in my pants (Aye)My bitch don't love me no more (Aye)She kick me out I'm like vro (Aye)That bitch don't wanna be friends (Aye)I gave her dick, she amen (Aye)She put her tongue on my dick (Aye)Look at my wrist, about 10 (Aye)Just got a pound of that boof (Aye)Brought that shit straight to the booth (Aye)Tommy my Hilfiger voots (Aye)She said wanna fuck bitch, I do (Aye)You put a gun on my mans (Aye)I put a hole in your parents (Aye)I just got lean on my ksubis (Aye)I got an uzi no uziFuck on me, look at me, ayeFuck on me, yeah, look at me, ayeLook at me, look at me, yeahFuck on me, yeah, ayeLook at me, yeah, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on me, yeahLook at me, fuck on meYeah, ayeTell ya fuckin' nigga fuck me up, pipe upAin't shots our business ya knowAyeI took a white bitch to starbucksThat lil' bitch got her throat fuckedI like to rock out I'm misfitMy emo bitch like her wrist slitCurly hair bitch like I'm CorbinGot like 3 bitches, I'm mormonSkeet on your main bitch's foreheadDon't want your pussy, just want headLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, yeah ayeLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, yeah

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Yeah, ayYeah, ay ay ayYeah, yeahYeah, ayAy, ay ayI'm like bitch, who is your man's? (Aye)Can't keep my dick in my pants (Aye)My bitch don't love me no more (Aye)She kick me out I'm like vro (Aye)That bitch don't wanna be friends (Aye)I gave her dick, she amen (Aye)She put her tongue on my dick (Aye)Look at my wrist, about 10 (Aye)Just got a pound of that boof (Aye)Brought that shit straight to the booth (Aye)Tommy my Hilfiger voots (Aye)She said wanna fuck bitch, I do (Aye)You put a gun on my mans (Aye)I put a hole in your parents (Aye)I just got lean on my ksubis (Aye)I got an uzi no uziFuck on me, look at me, ayeFuck on me, yeah, look at me, ayeLook at me, look at me, yeahFuck on me, yeah, ayeLook at me, yeah, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on me, yeahLook at me, fuck on meYeah, ayeTell ya fuckin' nigga fuck me up, pipe upAin't shots our business ya knowAyeI took a white bitch to starbucksThat lil' bitch got her throat fuckedI like to rock out I'm misfitMy emo bitch like her wrist slitCurly hair bitch like I'm CorbinGot like 3 bitches, I'm mormonSkeet on your main bitch's foreheadDon't want your pussy, just want headLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, yeah ayeLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, fuck on meLook at me, yeah

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BangVon, VonHuh, what?Von, VonDJ on the beat so it's a bangerJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OWe in the car, she don't live that farSay she left her purse, and I ain't trippin'You know Von a player, we can go there firstI bust the U, pulled up to her spotShe live by the park, it's gettin' darkMy Glock on my lap, I'm just thinkin' smartSo she hop out, she switchin' and shitThis bitch thick as shit, she got two minutesIf she ain't back out, she gon' need a Lyft (she gon' need a Lyft)She left her phone, so I picked it upThis ho slow as fuck (she slow as fuck)Nine missed calls, three of them from Mom, other six say, "Duck"Now I look up, and I see a truckIt's just pullin' up, someone hopped outA big goofy nigga, he tryna look toughI'm like, "What? What he tryna do?"So I clutched my move, but he kept walkin'He don't want no smoke, boy, he not bulletproofJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the ONow she walk out, she stop in her tracksShe get to steppin' backThen I hear smack, this big goofy niggaHe pullin' her tracksI wanna help, but this ain't my hoYou know how it goDon't got no K, I still got her phoneShe takin' too longShe get loose, she run to my carSo I hit the locks, tossed her her phoneTold shorty I'm gone, bitch, you on your ownBut here come Goofy, he hollerin' and shitYellin' bout a bitchPicked up a brick, he merched it on Brick and threw it at my whipNow I'm like, "Shit, " I hopped out so quickThen I raised my Blick, and I don't missI let off two shots, I hit him in his shitNow Von think quick, what you finna do?'Cause this gone make the news, gotta make your movesTold that bitch, "Get in, " 'cause she lookin' confusedI broke the rules, 'cause this bitch a witnessPlus I just popped throughBut she ain't cryin', plus this ho was smilin'And this bitch looked cuteSo we slide out, I'm checkin' my mirrorsMade it to the houseTold her hop out, she say that she hungryI knock back, no doubtI know you mad 'cause I smoked your mans, left him on the curbShe started laughin', she said "Fuck that nigga, he from 63rd"Just got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OI took her to the OUh, what?Took her to the OUh, what?You know how it goUh, what?This shit ain't for showRun up, then I blow, yeahTook her to the ODJ on the beat so it's a bangerYou know how it go

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BangVon, VonHuh, what?Von, VonDJ on the beat so it's a bangerJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OWe in the car, she don't live that farSay she left her purse, and I ain't trippin'You know Von a player, we can go there firstI bust the U, pulled up to her spotShe live by the park, it's gettin' darkMy Glock on my lap, I'm just thinkin' smartSo she hop out, she switchin' and shitThis bitch thick as shit, she got two minutesIf she ain't back out, she gon' need a Lyft (she gon' need a Lyft)She left her phone, so I picked it upThis ho slow as fuck (she slow as fuck)Nine missed calls, three of them from Mom, other six say, "Duck"Now I look up, and I see a truckIt's just pullin' up, someone hopped outA big goofy nigga, he tryna look toughI'm like, "What? What he tryna do?"So I clutched my move, but he kept walkin'He don't want no smoke, boy, he not bulletproofJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the ONow she walk out, she stop in her tracksShe get to steppin' backThen I hear smack, this big goofy niggaHe pullin' her tracksI wanna help, but this ain't my hoYou know how it goDon't got no K, I still got her phoneShe takin' too longShe get loose, she run to my carSo I hit the locks, tossed her her phoneTold shorty I'm gone, bitch, you on your ownBut here come Goofy, he hollerin' and shitYellin' bout a bitchPicked up a brick, he merched it on Brick and threw it at my whipNow I'm like, "Shit, " I hopped out so quickThen I raised my Blick, and I don't missI let off two shots, I hit him in his shitNow Von think quick, what you finna do?'Cause this gone make the news, gotta make your movesTold that bitch, "Get in, " 'cause she lookin' confusedI broke the rules, 'cause this bitch a witnessPlus I just popped throughBut she ain't cryin', plus this ho was smilin'And this bitch looked cuteSo we slide out, I'm checkin' my mirrorsMade it to the houseTold her hop out, she say that she hungryI knock back, no doubtI know you mad 'cause I smoked your mans, left him on the curbShe started laughin', she said "Fuck that nigga, he from 63rd"Just got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OJust got some top, from this stripper bitchShe from KankakeeJust bought a Glock, with a ruler clipBoy, don't play with meThis bitch a ho, met her at the storeYou know how it goesShe wanna smoke, so I bought some dopeAnd took her to the OI took her to the OUh, what?Took her to the OUh, what?You know how it goUh, what?This shit ain't for showRun up, then I blow, yeahTook her to the ODJ on the beat so it's a bangerYou know how it go

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Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch)Fuck with my set (ayy)You get wet, like a pussy, yuh (yuh, yuh)Sauce, what I spilled (yuh, yuh)On my kilt, she need milk, okay like... (ayy, ayy)XXX on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (fuck)It's more money I'm getting (ayy)If a nigga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (ayy)Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my VRO (yuh, yuh)So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like... (ayy)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (yuh, what?)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)Mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)Mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (huh)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yuh, okay, you alright?)R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (uh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (hey, al-alright?)R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)R.I.P my soul (ayy, my who?)Yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)Ayy (yuh, man)TY, bitchI got my Andy Capp's on this bitchI'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' waterThat's not even waterI stole that boy's shit (where the fuck is a)AyyCame from the dirt, you can't hit my purpSaid my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurdGold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big BirdHit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerdAyy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tiedCall my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, myI could be Xzibit, might pimp my rideWet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like ChristHit my bitch like Bruno, uhGet a bitch wet, no Juno, uhPut it in her mouth like Uno, uhChest, all Polo like "Kudos!", ayyDog-ass nigga like Cujo, uhFace card bad who you know, ayyShe all wet like fructose, ayyDiamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy

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Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh)Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch)Fuck with my set (ayy)You get wet, like a pussy, yuh (yuh, yuh)Sauce, what I spilled (yuh, yuh)On my kilt, she need milk, okay like... (ayy, ayy)XXX on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (fuck)It's more money I'm getting (ayy)If a nigga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (ayy)Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my VRO (yuh, yuh)So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like... (ayy)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (yuh, what?)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)Mama raised a soldier (yuh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy)Mama raised a soldier (yuh, what?)Not no bitch, not no bitch, yuh (huh)Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh)Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yuh, okay, you alright?)R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (yuh, uh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (uh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (huh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (hey, al-alright?)R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (yuh, yuh)R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (yuh, yuh)R.I.P my soul (ayy, my who?)Yuh (rest in peace, my soul, man)Ayy (yuh, man)TY, bitchI got my Andy Capp's on this bitchI'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' waterThat's not even waterI stole that boy's shit (where the fuck is a)AyyCame from the dirt, you can't hit my purpSaid my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurdGold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big BirdHit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerdAyy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tiedCall my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, myI could be Xzibit, might pimp my rideWet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like ChristHit my bitch like Bruno, uhGet a bitch wet, no Juno, uhPut it in her mouth like Uno, uhChest, all Polo like "Kudos!", ayyDog-ass nigga like Cujo, uhFace card bad who you know, ayyShe all wet like fructose, ayyDiamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy

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You can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for yearsI've been takin' medicine again (yeah, yeah)Henny, mix it with the Vicodin (yeah, yeah)All my sufferin' (yeah)Is really gettin' under my skin (yeah)Maybe I should try to pray again (yeah, yeah)Try to wash away my sins (yeah, yeah)I know that they not my friends (yeah, yeah)But I'm friends with the drugs again (yeah)Lost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseShit's like a soap opera, straight downfallsNightmares on the cellphone, late-night callsLost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseNo soap opera, straight downfallsListen to the nightmares callYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for yearsYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for years (yeah)Have you ever been so alone? (Yeah, yeah)That nobody's house feels like home (yeah, yeah)I've been runnin' out of drugs and hope (yeah, yeah)I don't even got a plug no more (yeah, yeah)Have you ever been so alone? (Yeah, yeah)That you don't know what to feel no more? (Yeah, yeah)Ain't no reachin' for the pills no more (yeah, yeah)One more and you're on the floor (yeah, yeah)I know that I didn't stand a chance (yeah, yeah, yeah)I don't think I'll ever live again (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm only here by popular demand (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm stayin' alive for the fans (yeah, yeah, yeah)Lost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseNo soap opera, straight downfallsListen to the nightmares callYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for years (yeah)You can see the pain in my laugh (in my laugh)Demons comin' back from the past (from the past)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (relapse)Voices in my head (voices in my head)All I can hear them say (all I can hear them say)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (is, "Everyone wants me dead")Bitch, I'm already dead (bitch, I'm already dead)I've been dead for years (I've been dead for years)Source: LyricFind

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You can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for yearsI've been takin' medicine again (yeah, yeah)Henny, mix it with the Vicodin (yeah, yeah)All my sufferin' (yeah)Is really gettin' under my skin (yeah)Maybe I should try to pray again (yeah, yeah)Try to wash away my sins (yeah, yeah)I know that they not my friends (yeah, yeah)But I'm friends with the drugs again (yeah)Lost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseShit's like a soap opera, straight downfallsNightmares on the cellphone, late-night callsLost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseNo soap opera, straight downfallsListen to the nightmares callYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for yearsYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for years (yeah)Have you ever been so alone? (Yeah, yeah)That nobody's house feels like home (yeah, yeah)I've been runnin' out of drugs and hope (yeah, yeah)I don't even got a plug no more (yeah, yeah)Have you ever been so alone? (Yeah, yeah)That you don't know what to feel no more? (Yeah, yeah)Ain't no reachin' for the pills no more (yeah, yeah)One more and you're on the floor (yeah, yeah)I know that I didn't stand a chance (yeah, yeah, yeah)I don't think I'll ever live again (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm only here by popular demand (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm stayin' alive for the fans (yeah, yeah, yeah)Lost my heart, lost it allSo much drama, hold the applauseNo soap opera, straight downfallsListen to the nightmares callYou can see the pain in my laugh (yeah, yeah)Demons comin' back from the past (yeah, yeah)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (yeah, yeah)Voices in my head (yeah, yeah)All I can hear them say (yeah, yeah)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (yeah, yeah)Bitch, I'm already dead (yeah, yeah)I've been dead for years (yeah)You can see the pain in my laugh (in my laugh)Demons comin' back from the past (from the past)Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse (relapse)Voices in my head (voices in my head)All I can hear them say (all I can hear them say)Is, "Everyone wants me dead" (is, "Everyone wants me dead")Bitch, I'm already dead (bitch, I'm already dead)I've been dead for years (I've been dead for years)Source: LyricFind

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Niggas tryna down meWho I grew up withBitches tryna down meBitch, don't do that shitJust don't play with me 'cause they gon' kill, no matter who you with I be with all the killers in my city, no matter who you get Yeah, everybody points, no matter who you get Please don't play with Durkio 'cause you will get your Tooka hit Better hide your ho, just don't get caught inside that Uber shitI'm too big to rap about my opps, that's just the mood I'm in Last nigga play with Nuski name, I bet he won't do it againIt's not six to twenty-four no more, it's more like thirty-sixI done took some L's, broke as hell, kissin' all the thots I done turned up, got myself a check, richer than all the opps First day out, I'm smokin' TookaI'm feelin' all the draw (all the draw)Second day out, I got a Glock, I'm hittin' all the blocks (all the blocks)Third day out, I'm tired of fuckin', I hit all the thotsNiggas callin', talking 'bout my brother, you into it with all of us Boy, I don't give a fuck what you sayin', nigga, pull up Heard he found out where the fuck we stay, he still ain't do nothin' Bitch, I just got a Glock and a K, you niggas poo-puttFuck you got your gun license for, you ain't gon' shoot nothin' All my niggas killers when it's time, you won't know who comin'Duke and Muwop shoot somethin', got two fifties, they one hunnid (boom)I've been waitin' at this nigga crib since like two somethin'Fuck it, first nigga out that door, he got a suit comin' I'm a savage from the 'Raq (yeah)Plus I dyed my dreads Last nigga played about that shit, foenem fried his assWho you say you killed, nigga? Yeah, you lied again I'ma get on your ass but Von worser, that's the badder twin Yeah, and if we miss then we gon' slide again You died, a doctor bring you back to life, we kill your ass again And he ain't got nobody else to call, we done killed all his friend (nah, nah, nah)We spinned the bend, the nigga look just like him, so we killed his twin (boom, boom, boom)Got me slidin' on the opps (gotta slide)I'm the shooter, if you ain't shootin', you get shot (you be down)I got a cooler on the Ruger when it's hotLil' nigga dissin' me and now we shootin' up his block (boom-boom, boom-boom)

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Niggas tryna down meWho I grew up withBitches tryna down meBitch, don't do that shitJust don't play with me 'cause they gon' kill, no matter who you with I be with all the killers in my city, no matter who you get Yeah, everybody points, no matter who you get Please don't play with Durkio 'cause you will get your Tooka hit Better hide your ho, just don't get caught inside that Uber shitI'm too big to rap about my opps, that's just the mood I'm in Last nigga play with Nuski name, I bet he won't do it againIt's not six to twenty-four no more, it's more like thirty-sixI done took some L's, broke as hell, kissin' all the thots I done turned up, got myself a check, richer than all the opps First day out, I'm smokin' TookaI'm feelin' all the draw (all the draw)Second day out, I got a Glock, I'm hittin' all the blocks (all the blocks)Third day out, I'm tired of fuckin', I hit all the thotsNiggas callin', talking 'bout my brother, you into it with all of us Boy, I don't give a fuck what you sayin', nigga, pull up Heard he found out where the fuck we stay, he still ain't do nothin' Bitch, I just got a Glock and a K, you niggas poo-puttFuck you got your gun license for, you ain't gon' shoot nothin' All my niggas killers when it's time, you won't know who comin'Duke and Muwop shoot somethin', got two fifties, they one hunnid (boom)I've been waitin' at this nigga crib since like two somethin'Fuck it, first nigga out that door, he got a suit comin' I'm a savage from the 'Raq (yeah)Plus I dyed my dreads Last nigga played about that shit, foenem fried his assWho you say you killed, nigga? Yeah, you lied again I'ma get on your ass but Von worser, that's the badder twin Yeah, and if we miss then we gon' slide again You died, a doctor bring you back to life, we kill your ass again And he ain't got nobody else to call, we done killed all his friend (nah, nah, nah)We spinned the bend, the nigga look just like him, so we killed his twin (boom, boom, boom)Got me slidin' on the opps (gotta slide)I'm the shooter, if you ain't shootin', you get shot (you be down)I got a cooler on the Ruger when it's hotLil' nigga dissin' me and now we shootin' up his block (boom-boom, boom-boom)

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He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)That boy was tweakingBet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope)We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)Talking like you 'bout that life Then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)Pull up, hopping out,Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)You know Von that's my bro (That's my bro)Six to twenty-four You better check the score (You better check the score, bitch)Fuck her in Kankakee and took her to the O (I took her at the O)You get collect and we'll blick you at the store(We'll blick you at the store, boom, boom, boom)Doing hits and ride with dracs in the Masi' (We in that Masi')You ever smoked a nigga? Still over a body (You ain't killed nobody)I made a million off p's in the streets (Off p's)Put a bag on your head and you dead in a week (Gang, boom, boom)Ain't no discussion, when we touch him, they gon' have to rush him Right to the hospital, that's what he get That's repercussion (That's what he get)That nigga woofin' all that tough shit, get him left in public (What?)It ain't nothing, I gave out a hunnid, boy I bet the coming Strong stomach, I did shit up close, I ain't never vomit (Boom, boom)Go run deep, but if he that floor, he ain't gon' see it coming Get so high, I be seeing something (Huh?)These niggas can't see me or nothing Your bitch on my like flea or something (Yeah, yeah)And these niggas know how I'm comingI won't think twice for this (Twice)And if a nigga touch my chain Then he gon' die for this (Take his life)I was gon' wife the hoe but found out She a trifflin' bitch (She a trifflin' bitch)Ain't coming in the club if we can't get out pipin' it (Boom)OTF, they know us (Yeah)Bitch we T, we go nuts (Yeah)SRT, doing donuts (Skrr)All the opps some broke fucks (Fucks)Kilo of lean, I pour up (Lean)Dare ask, we roll up (Fuck 'em)All of my niggas do too much Three low, I just parked him a school bus (Boom, boom, boom)He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)That boy was tweaking Bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope)We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)Talking like you 'bout that life Then rop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)Pull up, hopping out Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)

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He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)That boy was tweakingBet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope)We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)Talking like you 'bout that life Then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)Pull up, hopping out,Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)You know Von that's my bro (That's my bro)Six to twenty-four You better check the score (You better check the score, bitch)Fuck her in Kankakee and took her to the O (I took her at the O)You get collect and we'll blick you at the store(We'll blick you at the store, boom, boom, boom)Doing hits and ride with dracs in the Masi' (We in that Masi')You ever smoked a nigga? Still over a body (You ain't killed nobody)I made a million off p's in the streets (Off p's)Put a bag on your head and you dead in a week (Gang, boom, boom)Ain't no discussion, when we touch him, they gon' have to rush him Right to the hospital, that's what he get That's repercussion (That's what he get)That nigga woofin' all that tough shit, get him left in public (What?)It ain't nothing, I gave out a hunnid, boy I bet the coming Strong stomach, I did shit up close, I ain't never vomit (Boom, boom)Go run deep, but if he that floor, he ain't gon' see it coming Get so high, I be seeing something (Huh?)These niggas can't see me or nothing Your bitch on my like flea or something (Yeah, yeah)And these niggas know how I'm comingI won't think twice for this (Twice)And if a nigga touch my chain Then he gon' die for this (Take his life)I was gon' wife the hoe but found out She a trifflin' bitch (She a trifflin' bitch)Ain't coming in the club if we can't get out pipin' it (Boom)OTF, they know us (Yeah)Bitch we T, we go nuts (Yeah)SRT, doing donuts (Skrr)All the opps some broke fucks (Fucks)Kilo of lean, I pour up (Lean)Dare ask, we roll up (Fuck 'em)All of my niggas do too much Three low, I just parked him a school bus (Boom, boom, boom)He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)That boy was tweaking Bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope)We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)Talking like you 'bout that life Then rop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)Pull up, hopping out Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)

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Long live DThang, niggaThey gave you back a bowl, bro, you hear me?Man, what?You ain't get back for your mans, you in the club like he ain't dead (let's get it)Nike ski mask for the Covid, the only time you niggas wear it (yeah)Niggas ran inside my crib, but the Glock 10 was by the bedI'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up on the scoreI know niggas act like they with it, but they bitches on the lowWhy you niggas postin' son-son? Why you niggas postin' True?Why you act like you support us? If you do, hop in that coupeGrab a gun if you ain't with it, put up money for a gun (let's get it)Put up money for a hot car, put up money for a bond (damn)I don't see you on the regular, but I see you screamin', "Von" (Von, Von)Uh, uh, but I see you screamin' (Von, Von, Von)Boy, no cap, I got killers that I love, and they don't rap (let's get it)Boy, no cap (no cap), I got rappers that I love, and they gon' splat (gon' splat)If I die, just don't lieMan, you niggas better slide (you niggas better slide)If you can't get the main nigga, then you better get his guy (grrrah)I pop pills until I pass out, I'm 'bout to crash out (I'm 'bout to crash out)Mention bronem on your live, now I know he can't laugh now (he can't laugh now)And my favorite gun the switch, you know that shit a kind now (brr, brr)I don't care 'bout who you with, lil' nigga, nobody can time out (time out)Foenem slide the next day, this shit cannot die downBronem from a different state, act like they from the 'Raq now (haha)Oh, he got switches, oh, he got bitches? (He got bitches)You know that shit be for the 'Gram, I keep my distance (I keep my, man, what? Hahaha)

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Long live DThang, niggaThey gave you back a bowl, bro, you hear me?Man, what?You ain't get back for your mans, you in the club like he ain't dead (let's get it)Nike ski mask for the Covid, the only time you niggas wear it (yeah)Niggas ran inside my crib, but the Glock 10 was by the bedI'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up on the scoreI know niggas act like they with it, but they bitches on the lowWhy you niggas postin' son-son? Why you niggas postin' True?Why you act like you support us? If you do, hop in that coupeGrab a gun if you ain't with it, put up money for a gun (let's get it)Put up money for a hot car, put up money for a bond (damn)I don't see you on the regular, but I see you screamin', "Von" (Von, Von)Uh, uh, but I see you screamin' (Von, Von, Von)Boy, no cap, I got killers that I love, and they don't rap (let's get it)Boy, no cap (no cap), I got rappers that I love, and they gon' splat (gon' splat)If I die, just don't lieMan, you niggas better slide (you niggas better slide)If you can't get the main nigga, then you better get his guy (grrrah)I pop pills until I pass out, I'm 'bout to crash out (I'm 'bout to crash out)Mention bronem on your live, now I know he can't laugh now (he can't laugh now)And my favorite gun the switch, you know that shit a kind now (brr, brr)I don't care 'bout who you with, lil' nigga, nobody can time out (time out)Foenem slide the next day, this shit cannot die downBronem from a different state, act like they from the 'Raq now (haha)Oh, he got switches, oh, he got bitches? (He got bitches)You know that shit be for the 'Gram, I keep my distance (I keep my, man, what? Hahaha)

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She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drumShe want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drumUh, uh, I'm a wicked nigga, she my wicked witchUh, uh, glick in her Chanel, she a wicked bitchUh, when we fuck, we cum in sync, we have wicked sexUh, uh, keep it up and we gon' make a mini WickUh, uh, bitch, I get that dough like a gentlemanUh, don't be scared 'cause I got guns, babe, I'm a gentleman (yeah I'm a gentlemen)Uh, bitches knockin' at my heart, but, I won't let 'em inUh, uh, can't get mad, baby, you know I'm a ladies' manUh, don't be insecure, your spot's secured, I promise youUh, know she safe with me, when evil comes, she know I shoot (she know I shoot)Uh, trained her very well, when police come I know she muteUh, call her pretty every hour though she know she cuteUh, uh, she know I'm a gangsterTried to keep me outta trouble so I thank her (I thank her)You take away my anger (take away my anger)I need you to hold me down, be my anchor (my anchor)She take pictures with my banger (take pictures with my banger)And I hope them niggas know that pussy come with dangerMy mama said, "Don't talk to strangers" (don't talk to no strangers)And 'fore you ever act up, bitch, I see you're stranger (stranger)Uh, uh, she said, "Fix your shirt, Ray, your gun showin'"Uh, uh, I said, "Fix your shorts, bae, your butt showin'"She know if I up this torch then this gun blowin'I say, "Them hoes can't fuck with you, " she say, "Bae, I'm knowin'"She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drumShe want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drum

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She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drumShe want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drumUh, uh, I'm a wicked nigga, she my wicked witchUh, uh, glick in her Chanel, she a wicked bitchUh, when we fuck, we cum in sync, we have wicked sexUh, uh, keep it up and we gon' make a mini WickUh, uh, bitch, I get that dough like a gentlemanUh, don't be scared 'cause I got guns, babe, I'm a gentleman (yeah I'm a gentlemen)Uh, bitches knockin' at my heart, but, I won't let 'em inUh, uh, can't get mad, baby, you know I'm a ladies' manUh, don't be insecure, your spot's secured, I promise youUh, know she safe with me, when evil comes, she know I shoot (she know I shoot)Uh, trained her very well, when police come I know she muteUh, call her pretty every hour though she know she cuteUh, uh, she know I'm a gangsterTried to keep me outta trouble so I thank her (I thank her)You take away my anger (take away my anger)I need you to hold me down, be my anchor (my anchor)She take pictures with my banger (take pictures with my banger)And I hope them niggas know that pussy come with dangerMy mama said, "Don't talk to strangers" (don't talk to no strangers)And 'fore you ever act up, bitch, I see you're stranger (stranger)Uh, uh, she said, "Fix your shirt, Ray, your gun showin'"Uh, uh, I said, "Fix your shorts, bae, your butt showin'"She know if I up this torch then this gun blowin'I say, "Them hoes can't fuck with you, " she say, "Bae, I'm knowin'"She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')I want switches (switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (drums)Chops (chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (steamers), and the drumShe want Gucci (yeah), Louis (yeah), Dior (yeah)Prada (yeah), Fendi (yeah), Chanel (yeah), Balenci' (yeah)I want switches (yeah), Glocks (yeah), drums (yeah)Chops (yeah), F&Ns (yeah), steamers (yeah), and the drum

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Strange fruit hangin' From the poplar trees Blood on the leaves Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck oh yeah Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?"I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang  Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes?He can't even breathe Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me And if black people got a problem Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery"But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please I can't even be on the block without a cop saying"Get out your car and get down on your knees" Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get  to the cheese Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to freeze I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick? I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" Blood on the leaves Freeze Freeze

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Strange fruit hangin' From the poplar trees Blood on the leaves Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck oh yeah Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick?"I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" Lil' shawty, you gotta be insane If he talking, my young nigga aim at his membrane And lil' brodiе, you not gang And I don't give a fuck, bitch, I let my cock hang  Somеtimes, I don't even use my stick These fuck niggas don't wanna box mane And if he act like a bitch Then I might just go pull it out and let the chop' sing I got the racks out, take it away and I'm bringin' it back out That nigga not what he rap 'bout Hit that boy down, then I pull out the Glock And that boy finna WWE, tap out I took your bitch to the goddamn telly That hoe really suckin' me, lovin' me, finna act out I'm on the stage and that hoe tryna play So I got a hoe touchin' me, fuckin' me in the background I swear that we got that shit worse How the fuck you finna kneel on his neck for like eight damn minutes?He can't even breathe Now we got Breonna on shirts 'cause niggas is hoes Can't do it in peace And they really don't give any justice They target people who look like you and me And if black people got a problem Who the fuck we gon' call, nigga? Not the police And them niggas told us, "Forget about slavery"But you don't get it, like, my nigga, please I can't even be on the block without a cop saying"Get out your car and get down on your knees" Like, brodie, I'm really not tryna get all of these problems I'm just tryna get  to the cheese Bitch, I be killin' these beats, damn I got a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to freeze I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho, just get on your knees I seen that lil' nigga up in the sky So I just might shoot at the trees Now we got blood on the leaves Damn, that's crazy as fuck And way before I met your mother, boy, I was a virgin My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah She tried to fuck on that lil' nigga Chris I said "Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah Shawty said, "Chris, can I hold your stick? I said, "Bitch, is you crazy or what?" Blood on the leaves Freeze Freeze

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Last year I had a breakdown Thoughts tellin' me I'm lost gettin' too loudHad to see a therapist, then I found out Somethin' funny's goin' on up in my house Yeah, I started thinkin' maybe I should move out You know, pack my car, take a new route Clean up my yard, get the noose out Hang up my heart, let it air out I've been searchin'"What does that mean, Nate?"I've been learning Grabbin' my keepsakes, leavin' my burdens Well, I brought a few with me, I'm not perfect Lookin' at the view like, this concerns me Pickin' up the cues, right? I'm quite nervous Hate it when I lose sight, life gets blurry And things might hurt me It's prolly gonna be a long journey, but hey It's worth it, though Cold world out there, kids, grab your coats Been a minute, I know, now I'm back to roam Lookin' for the antidote to crack the code Pretty vivid, I admit it, I'm in classic mode Don't need pity given to me, but I can't condone Talkin' down to me, I'ma have to crack your nose for crackin' jokes I'm lookin' for the map to hope, you seen it? Been makin' a whole lot of changes Wrote a song about that, you should play it I get scared when I walk on these stages I look at the crowd and see so many faces, yeah That's when I start to get anxious That's when my thoughts can be dangerous That's when I put on my makeup and drown in self-hatred Forget what I'm saying, and Where'd the beat go?. . . .OH, ain't that somethin'? Drums came in, you ain't see that comin' Hands on my head, can't tell me nothin' Got a taste of the fame, had to pump my stomach Throw it back up like I don't want it Wipe my face, clean up my vomit OCD, tryna push my buttons I said don't touch it, now y'all done it I can be critical, never typical Intricate with every syllable, I'm a criminal Intimate, but never political, pretty visual Even if you hate it, I'll make it feel like you're in it, though You call me what you wanna, but never call me forgettable I  am developin', take a look at the benefits! Nothin' to meddle with, I can never be delicate! Am I even relevant? That depends how you measure it Take a measurement, then bag it up and give me the evidence! Pretty evident, dependable can never be tentative I'm a gentleman, depending on if I think you're genuine Pretty elegant, but not afraid to tell you to get a grip Proper etiquette, I keep it to myself when I celebrate, ah

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Last year I had a breakdown Thoughts tellin' me I'm lost gettin' too loudHad to see a therapist, then I found out Somethin' funny's goin' on up in my house Yeah, I started thinkin' maybe I should move out You know, pack my car, take a new route Clean up my yard, get the noose out Hang up my heart, let it air out I've been searchin'"What does that mean, Nate?"I've been learning Grabbin' my keepsakes, leavin' my burdens Well, I brought a few with me, I'm not perfect Lookin' at the view like, this concerns me Pickin' up the cues, right? I'm quite nervous Hate it when I lose sight, life gets blurry And things might hurt me It's prolly gonna be a long journey, but hey It's worth it, though Cold world out there, kids, grab your coats Been a minute, I know, now I'm back to roam Lookin' for the antidote to crack the code Pretty vivid, I admit it, I'm in classic mode Don't need pity given to me, but I can't condone Talkin' down to me, I'ma have to crack your nose for crackin' jokes I'm lookin' for the map to hope, you seen it? Been makin' a whole lot of changes Wrote a song about that, you should play it I get scared when I walk on these stages I look at the crowd and see so many faces, yeah That's when I start to get anxious That's when my thoughts can be dangerous That's when I put on my makeup and drown in self-hatred Forget what I'm saying, and Where'd the beat go?. . . .OH, ain't that somethin'? Drums came in, you ain't see that comin' Hands on my head, can't tell me nothin' Got a taste of the fame, had to pump my stomach Throw it back up like I don't want it Wipe my face, clean up my vomit OCD, tryna push my buttons I said don't touch it, now y'all done it I can be critical, never typical Intricate with every syllable, I'm a criminal Intimate, but never political, pretty visual Even if you hate it, I'll make it feel like you're in it, though You call me what you wanna, but never call me forgettable I  am developin', take a look at the benefits! Nothin' to meddle with, I can never be delicate! Am I even relevant? That depends how you measure it Take a measurement, then bag it up and give me the evidence! Pretty evident, dependable can never be tentative I'm a gentleman, depending on if I think you're genuine Pretty elegant, but not afraid to tell you to get a grip Proper etiquette, I keep it to myself when I celebrate, ah