| Like Frederick Douglass, it’s time to pick my brain apart
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| Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker, I’m the main part
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| The patriarch of this ZUU shit, never no FUU shit
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| Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
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| And you don’t want that, buddy, there’s no combat
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| Ask Drake to pick you a season to come back
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| Everything that Denzel spits, nigga, is all facts
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| I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
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| Uh, I’m a paid motherfucker, gun tucker
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| I don’t trust 'em, I don’t love her
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| Little brother, don’t make me reach out and touch ya
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| I don’t got candy but I’ll turn your head to gushers, sucka
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| Up for the kiss of death when silhouettes rush ya
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| Cold like Russia, six feet under
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| Sprayin' at your head like a damn crop duster
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| After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
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| Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don’t have to push a shopping cart
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| You fell in love with Cali, ma, but now it’s time to take your heart
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| These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
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| After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
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| Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don’t have to push a shopping cart
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| You fell in love with Cali, ma, but now it’s time to take your heart
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| These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
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| Here, shake hands with danger
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| Raise up
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| Raise the motherfuckin' bar when I blazed up
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| Then I throw a molotov, I’m a- (Uh), palm
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| I’m a (Uh), bomb (Any)
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| One that thinkin' that I’m Saddam
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| I’m a period, everything gettin' serious
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| The beat on the lyricist was the eeriest
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| I look at the sky to answer the curious
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| The God and the Devil, they both imperious (Uh)
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| My birth’s an accident, so what is life initially
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| Officially love and lust accompanied by misery
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| So obsessed with company
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| Watchin' how you move, how you walk, where your compass be
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| Even when you move to an island, livin' comfortably
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| (Drama still follows)
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| Harry Potter clip filled with deadly ass hollows
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| Bangin' out your trunk but it’s not Monte Carlo
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| Here’s how it really goes, now open up the car door
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| After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
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| Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don’t have to push a shopping cart
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| You fell in love with Cali, ma, but now it’s time to take your heart
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| These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
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| After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
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| Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don’t have to push a shopping cart
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| You fell in love with Cali, ma, but now it’s time to take your heart
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| These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
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| These niggas wanna take it back
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| Shake hands with danger, step right up and say hello
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| Grindin' wheels and metal are what made Three-Fingered Joe |