| Fuck ya pity
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| I’ont need it
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| Imma a god
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| You a peasant
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| Hesitation get you Vader
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| In the fader
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| Always later
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| Put you in this oscillator
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| Turn you to aviator
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| Percolator on ya grave
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| All my focus, be this paper
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| Fuck around and turn to paper
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| Lonzo ball, only laker
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| All this hype, thank me later
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| For the gang, call giannis
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| Versatile to be honest
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| Now I gotta a few responses
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| Check body, get harness
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| Fuck I’m tired of being modest
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| All at night I’m seeing monsta’s
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| Foster all this hate I’m cautious
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| Obby maul, I leave you coffin
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| Always tired, I’m barely talking
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| Lately bias too much talking
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| Now I’m Santa feel ya stocking
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| Shock ya spirit Brian Dawkins
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| Tryna kill’em Sean Payton
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| Set that bounty we ain’t waiting
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| It’s a science, never faking
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| Fabricated wit yourr favorite
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| Tryna put me in a box
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| Boy please nigga stop
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| Sneak dissing like ops
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| Get you thrown up off da docks
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| (Heavy breathing)
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| Time lapse check ya facts
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| In back wit da pack
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| Always off the map
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| Imma rush you like I’m sapp
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| Trust me boy issa rap
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| Pussy boy
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| Take a nap
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| Fishy boy, bag back
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| Ask ya girl imma snack
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| Gotta her geeking of da pack
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| Always strapped never lacked
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| Keep a pack that’s tac
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| Count a rack then I stack
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| Keep’em burning like I’m mac
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| Kill ya soul like a jack
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| Samurai like I’m jack
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| Plot armor for battle
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| Niggas moving like some cattle
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| Let me know if I should settle
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| But that means you meet my metal
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| Hollow tip it make you fragile
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| Never thought of it as casual
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| Yea I know I been a asshole
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| It’s the king fuvk you thought
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| Cake walk on you niggas
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| Got them bullets by the bulk
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| Got the dagger for ya squad
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| Niggas passive but that hard
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| Till I get up at vantagte
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| Sniper rifle causing panic
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| Have your family feeling manic
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| Put you on another planet
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| (Hook)
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| Where’s my sanity?
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| Hesitation get you peppered
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| Edges blurry like it’s feathered
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| Fuck ya reason wit my logic
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| All ya move is microscopic
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| Lucid dreams
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| Wit da draco
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| Killing off my fucking ego
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| What is life wit out some evil
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| John Orr wit da pillow
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| Pick ya heart up off the floor
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| I ain’t even start the gore
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| All that fear a clog ya pores
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| Rolling raws, out da woods
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| Little nigga that could
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| Skinny nigga buk ya hood
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| Really watch you been saying
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| For dat a r get to spraying
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| Den these bodies get to laying
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| Now ya family contemplating
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| What’s a prayer to a god
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| What’s god to my waist
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| Calicoes a break his face
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| Flow bombarding like some mace
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| You barbaric, keep ya place
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| You confused about da trap
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| Trust me boy Issa trap
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| Rush me boy
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| I never lack
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| Point it at me
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| Better shoot me
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| Cause I’m coming where you roofing
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| And you know I’m fucking ruthless
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| Choppa hit you, show me your true intentions |