| Pull up and hop out
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| Demons do same thang
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| With the voices inside my head
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| How could I maintain?
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Bang bang, bang bang x4
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Gather up listen now it’s time for a teachin'
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| I need you all to die, I don’t need a reason
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| My blood is poison, start suckin you leeches
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| Angels are whispering, demons are screechin'
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| Imma need a hundred for my wrist
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| Imma need a hundred for my bitch
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| Keep it one hundred don’t flip
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| A hundred, a hundred, a hundred
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| Aim at the top watch them plummet, yeah
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| Torture and chaos for nothin'
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| The devil is here bitch I’m gunnin, nuh
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| Pussy nigga start runnin'
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| Bang bang, bang bang x4
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Aim for the top
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| When I pull out the Glock
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| And I blow up your spot it go bang bang
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| Humans, please, rest, in peace
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| Burn, deceased, corpse, then cheese
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| Listen, please, locks with no keys
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| That’s the world livin' in but Imma set you free
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| Niggas still rappin' 'bout the wraith
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| In this world, I wonder, can’t relate
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| What separates a human from a snake
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| A human with a smile on their face
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| When they pile off the hate
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| Run some miles, run a way
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| Take 'em down, gun they way
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| Yeah |