| We had to go there to show 'em we had skill
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| But we ain’t from here so I hope we don’t get killed
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| This ain’t 8 Mile, we were really in the field
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| And if you ain’t Eminem then you ain’t get a deal
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| Cash rules everything around me, facts
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| But now it’s Percocet’s and gay ass face tats
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| Get your chain snatched missiles aimed at your Mayback
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| They ain’t bad for some white boys that came across the train tracks
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| They say I’m country rap, shit I’ll take that
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| Change that, make it so country rap ain’t wack
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| Face smacked, 808's slap
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| Fuckin' with my ape ass
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| AR banana clip, peel your damn face back
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| White rapper, this cracker might slap you, wife snatcher
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| This is real life Dog, but I know you like actin'
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| White trashin', fight scrappin', never know what might happen
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| I can’t fuck with you little boys, Mike Jackson
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| Pick and roll, pick a flow, this year gonna be different though
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| I’m Michael Jordan, you just Scottie Pippen hoe
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| Give and go, listen bro, this shit should be dipped in gold
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| Like the rings on my hand and my sales digital
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| I started back with this rap had to explain myself
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| Faggot ass rappers, y’all should all hang yourself
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| I grew up bangin' L, I ain’t talking about Cool J
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| That shit’s fugaze, too gay
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| But that’s how you all rap today, kill you like Hussein
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| Tried to not let me in the game, too late
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| Hold up, let me change this shit
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| At least get your bars up to par before you start actin' hard on the gangsta
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| shit
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| Sell your booty for some views and some likes
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| But you can’t do nothin' to me when you on the mic
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| Oh you want a fight, at least drop a couple pounds
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| Spar a couple rounds before you lose your life
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| This cracker cold, cracked the code
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| Ameracal that went gold
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| Dropped The Throne then came War
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| Now Billy G.O.A.T. |
| is at your throat
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| So here we go back on tour
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| This one goin' around the globe
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| I just say it how I live it
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| And that’s how the story goes
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| Alright what I say, I said uh
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| Off the last album, I said um
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| I rap about my country so they label me country
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| You faggots disrespect the flag, I’ll smack you for my country
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| If that ain’t country, I don’t want to be
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| In this industry with a bunch of wannabes, that ain’t me
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| This is the Billy Goat
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| Motherfuckers need to learn how to rap again |