| Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody
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| Whatever happened to approaching them?
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| Looking at em eye to eye
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| Too much tweefin' going on in this world
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| Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
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| They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
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| Rappers all in they feelings
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| Well here goes a little lyrical healing
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| And hip hop is, uh
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| Too many rappers gettin' sensitive
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| Ya’ll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative
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| Cuz even when I’m not mic’d up
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| I’ll fuck your life up
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| Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up
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| I tell your momma you ain’t shit
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| I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit
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| Your album ain’t shit, you couldn’t sell it at an auction
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| Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson
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| Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser
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| And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor
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| Now everybody said I’m strapped and I’m too scary
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| And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy
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| Your favorite rapper say I’m sick and they ain’t no antidote
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| They kidnapping my flows they ain’t even leave a ransom note
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| Your shit is faker than the knockoff man
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| I’ll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand |