| Conversations at minimal, niggas looking identical
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| Finish you
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| I️ even at my pinnacle, still refining the minerals
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| Tired of bullshit, not hearing you
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| All you fuckers so typical
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| Got me feeling so cynical
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| Let me pull out my monocle
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| Different class, imma unguardable
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| Revis island ya Audible
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| Put your head on my ottoman
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| Fucking tired of the saibermen
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| Out for blood, ain’t no saving it
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| All this pressure, I️ vadar it
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| Fabrication don’t work on me
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| Got me feeling like Curtis Lee
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| But I’m lacking the curtsy
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| Turn this bitch to a murder scene
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| While I’m gone of the Hennessy
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| I️ dont know if ya friend or foe
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| Hollow tips at ya fucking nose
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| Deagle turn you to fucking hoe
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| David spade I’m a animal
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| All you fuckers look danimal
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| Fucking tired of ya attitudes
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| Imma go head and cancel you
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| Leave you sitting in solitude
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| You can’t fuck wit my aptitude
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| Break you down to a molecule
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| Got me gone off a dab 2
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| Niggas checking my magnitude
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| Got me toting a Glock or two
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| Keep on talking I️ flock at you
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| Niggas acting a cockatoo
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| Peep the fraud
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| But I️ play the fool
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| All this fuck shit so pitiful
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| Got me digging a pit or two
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| Hidden mist with the finish move
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| Niggas looking soggy
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| Get ya mans
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| I️ ain’t wit the talking
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| Shoot the fade
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| Fuck I’m tired of fighting
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| Grab the drak
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| Stepping outta pocket
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| Lose ya face
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| To my bitch
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| Imma empty my clip
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| Where my sanity
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| I️ ain’t found it
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| You bout to be red
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| Tired of all this faking
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| You niggas are off to me
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| Dead
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| Cleansing all of the fuckertry
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| Kill
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| Now I’m lifting my gun up
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| T t g for the turn up
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| You can’t run from my burna x2
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| Got the blade if you run up
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| Homicide on ya corner |