| Get the fuck up
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| Ha, ha, yeah, yeah
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| Everybody, get the fuck up
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| Get the fuck up
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| Everybody, wild the fuck out
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| Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out
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| Everybody, get the fuck up
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| Get the fuck up, get the fuck out
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| Everybody, wild the fuck out
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| Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out
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| Wild the fuck out
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| Holy moly, no one knows me
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| This white chick, she says she wants to blow me
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| Smokin' reefer, I’m a chiefer
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| Blaze enormous, brand new Wiz Khalifa
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| Poppin' pills, I need to chill
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| I need to get a r-r-refill
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| Baby talk, won’t even see a baby walk
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| Pop shit, outline her in baby chalk
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| I’m vicious, terrific, out of my mind
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| We share the same bloodline like Royce da 5'9″
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| Fuckin' legend, been a goat
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| Poppin' pills, I’m into dope
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| Shady Records, used to be signed to Interscope
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| I’ma start hookin' niggas from Jersey to Brooklyn, niggas
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| Ain’t got no apron on and I’m already cookin' niggas
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| Man I’m out, are you a man or mouse?
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| Bring 'em one by one, I start airin' 'em out (anybody)
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| Drugs and pills, that’s all I’m carin' about
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| He cappin', I’m rappin', he snap, it’s gon' happen
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| A kidnappin', he laughin', I’m clappin', you rappin'
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| Blowin' four pipes, fuckin' four dykes
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| Been up four nights, goin' to war like Fortnite
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| One eye like Fetty Wap, get your belly flopped
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| Cooked up, beat up like Betty Crock
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| I ain’t no sucker, I stay sucker free
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| I ain’t duckin' niggas, niggas duckin' me
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| Drink Champs, I should go on N.O.R.E
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| Get fucked up and tell the whole world my story
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| Why they dissin' Eminem? |
| Why they ride with MGK?
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| They gon' learn today
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| Niggas singin' like Monica
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| Who the fuck is a Jay Electronica?
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| Who is that? |
| I’m tryna, tryna remember…
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| Oh, it’s Jarice, the guy that carried the bags
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| The one that used to sleep on the floor and call Denaun dad
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| The one that sold the tape to The Source
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| Let me chill, I’m gettin' off-course
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| Don’t tell me on your album how much you love D12
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| When I look at Bizarre, he don’t look like he’s doing very well
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| Next time I see your jaw I’ma lump it up (bitch)
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| No offense (no), straight defense
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| Fuck around and put your son on the remix, punk
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| I’m a mothafuckin' hog
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| Disrespectful, I’ll shoot your fuckin' dog
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| Damn, you loved that dog to death
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| Good, you can watch it take its last breath
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| Joe say he clean and sober
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| But asked me for a Percocet last October
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| We was on a tour called Never Say Never
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| I gave you some cocaine when you was under the weather
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| Damn, am I talkin' too much? |
| (Shut up)
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| Keep sayin' my name, you ain’t gon' be walkin' too much, bitch (old ass nigga)
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| I don’t be doin' no runnin'
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| I ain’t gon' say come to Detroit 'cause I know you ain’t comin', damn |