| I eat your last piece of cake like 'piece of cake'
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| Then fall asleep awake
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| Friends?
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| That’s something I don’t need to make
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| Offer me a hand, and
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| I leave you hanging like a mid-season break
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| I scream blue murder and cause a code red
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| I’m sleeping like a baby on a rose bed
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| There’s decomposing bones in me chrome web
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| I look down on meself
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| I’m over me own head
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| Me phone’s dead if you want me just pray, though
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| It’ll be ok if you say so
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| I’m Rakim paid in full, you’re a standing order
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| You sell yourself down the river for a glass of water
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| I snatch it out your hand, take a sip and then spit
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| You got the sauce, but no chickens to dip
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| They’re like, 'Eh, you need to drop this whole ignorant shit.'
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| Fuck that, I’m me own worst critic, and I think I’m the shit
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| I’m throwing boulders at your glass house
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| You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out
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| Like, take it in your stride (stride)
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| Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe
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| I’m throwing boulders at your glass house
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| You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out
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| Like, take it in your stride (stride)
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| Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe
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| Yo, I got six hoes and I’m three timing 'em
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| I know ten of the best rappers alive
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| And I’m at least nine of 'em
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| I don’t even try to win
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| I just do
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| I hope you have a great day
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| P. S. Fuck you
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| Got you flinching like a nervous cat
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| Violent disagreements with Google Maps
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| 'cause I decide where I’m at
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| Big belly laugh when I heard you rap
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| I punch the fucking sun out the sky when I pull the curtains back
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| My ego is loss-proof
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| Every time I speak about myself factually I’m spreading God’s truth
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| Do the math, hit you with the one-two
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| I can’t stop
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| Being this sweg even if I want to
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| It’s not a particular feeling I get
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| It’s just something that’s a constant
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| Like breathing… or receiving some head
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| My inner daemons are pets
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| And I’ll walk 'em all over you
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| And tell the Judge the Lord told me to
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| I’m throwing boulders at your glass house
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| You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out
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| Like, take it in your stride (stride)
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| Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe
|
| I’m throwing boulders at your glass house
|
| You’re walking in, I’ll walk you back out
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| Like, take it in your stride (stride)
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| Bitch, you’re assassinating the vibe |