| I’m like hold up bitch, you gotta back up off me
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| Give me 50 feet, get the trap up off me
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| All y’all niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Uh!)
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| Got me rollin 'round the city with the axe and coffin
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| Like whoa, gotta back up off me
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| Got weight!
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| Bitch, back up off me
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| Demons, monsters, bitches, doubters
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| All y’all niggas gotta back up off me!
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| Step to the side, I did my time
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| Y’all just had all of y’all hands on what’s mine
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| Bitch I rebuke you, Devil’s a lie
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| I got the wave, you get washed by the tide
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| Just got the 9 with that extension
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| I might just point at yo shit for attention
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| Nigga, it’s bye, you gotta die
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| I gotta do what it takes to survive (Weight, yeah)
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| Ever since I was a little girl, yea
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| I knew the had the potential (Weight)
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| To be a killer nigga
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| What the fuck you thought?
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| Yeah, that part of the story’s essential
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| Gone from my mental
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| Y’all couldn’t take what I been through
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| Paid for all incidental
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| Yeah, silly niggas you was thinking I was buried
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| But I soared
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| Now y’all gone wish that I died in the psych ward
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| Y’all gone wish you could hide when the light’s on
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| Came back on 'em with the iron and the whiteboard
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| Came back for it 'cause it’s mine and it’s not yours
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| Missed me, aha! |
| I’m in a nice form
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| All these labels, all these fables
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| All these Cain and fuckin' Ables
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| All you bottom feeding bitches stealin'
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| Scraps from under tables
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| Y’all really didn’t think that I would get it
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| Thought a lil pressure was gone push me to the limit
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| Bitch, I died, bitch, I cried
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| Then I rose up 'cause the suffering was written
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| Now I’m daring any motherfucker feeling brave
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| To make my day
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| Nigga, just make it
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| 'Cause I got Haitians, Asians, Jamaicans, anxious
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| Shooters, movers, angels, waiting
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| Spirit, power, patience, greatness
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| Point blank period, nigga, confirmation
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| Me and God had a real conversation
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| He said, «Get back on the occupation»
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| Then I went and took the lock and the combination
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| Now I’m telling everybody the dream
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| Now I’m selling everybody the key
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| Now I’m telling everybody the scheme
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| Y’all niggas 'bout die 'cause of me
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| I’m like hold up bitch, you gotta back up off me
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| Give me 50 feet get the trap up off me
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| All y’all niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Uh!)
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| Got me rollin' round the city with the axe and coffin
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| Like woah
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| Got a back up off me
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| Got weight
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| Bitch, back up off me
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| Demons, monsters, bitches, doubters
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| All y’all niggas gotta back up off me!
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| Step to the side, I did my time
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| Y’all just had all of y’all hands on what’s mine
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| Bitch I rebuke you, Devil’s a lie
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| I got the wave, you get washed by the tide
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| Just got the 9 with that extension
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| I might just point at yo shit for attention
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| Nigga, it’s bye, you gotta die
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| I gotta do what it takes to survive
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| (Weight)
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| (Weight)
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