| The weight is spoilin' my lungs
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| It’s like the bloodline is royal
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| Kingpin shit, yeah, the whole team’s loyal
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| I switched up vans, when the bags hit the soil
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| My chest hurt, Gary with the (Oh, boy)
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| I fell asleep and woke up to another play
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| I had to win, I been eatin' anyway
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| Fuck a chain, I start a trust for all my friends' kids
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| Celebratin', I’m knowin' this can end quick
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| Check the résumé, I never play
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| Watch it all accelerate
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| Accept it, I’ma set the rates
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| You know me, I need C.O.D
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| I got on sellin' cheap OG’s
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| It’s hard to be lowkey
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| My vision blurry from the psychedelics
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| Another story, I know my rivals felt it
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| Pre-sell everything, you have to try and sell it
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| I’on have to market share, I’m gettin' kinda selfish, yeah
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| In Melrose, did a quarter ticket
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| My brother Alex brought a bag when he came to visit
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| I’m in my zone, God bless the vision
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| Twenty-four-seven, nah, there ain’t no intermissions
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game
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| I came home with 28 cents, now I’m multi platinum
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| They want me back in, boy, I bought a Bentaga with the backend
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| But way before that, way before rap, I was somewhere with a strap
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| I ain’t even see this shit comin', this was God’s doin', that’s a fact
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| I thought I was gon' come home, link up with bro, get the bag
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| I’ma try to rap, then my first song got a plaque
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| Then my first show hit capacity and these niggas got the audacity
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| To be askin' me, when I ain’t had shit to hand 'em, they laughed at me
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| Now money, commas, make up for my lack of
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| You ain’t where you wanna be 'cause you be half-steppin'
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| Niggas hate to meet they fate, man, that’s just said, ain’t it?
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| Meanwhile I’m wit' yo' ho, this lil' bitch bad, ain’t she?
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| I’m just sick I had some people die before they saw this shit
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| They ask me how much I wanna make, I told 'em «All that shit»
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| I learned you don’t finish with the people that you started with
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| It’s bittersweet (It's bittersweet), but R.I.P, ayy
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Kill, kill, kill)
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| Kill 'em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
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| I had to murder the game (Die, die, die)
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| (Die, die, die)
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| (Die, die, die)
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| Kill 'em all slowly |