| Alpha mentality
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| None of you niggas can battle me
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| Break out your salary
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| Rather we conquer the world with no casualties
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| I’m a legend and I’m the cavalry
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| Bring all the rappin' you had on the palate me nigga
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| My shit is the bomb
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| (Before I begin)
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| I’ma pull out my gun
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| I’m comin' out of this muthafucka when these niggas are done
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| I’m serious
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| And the Ripsta mister
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| Nigga that’ll rock your cradle
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| I ain’t a bitch
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| I don’t have a period
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| (Soon as I’m fit)
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| There’ll be angels
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| Wait 'til the case is closed
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| Wait 'til the place is full
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| Then I unload
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| It’s that bloody murda murda
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| So that they think I’m done
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| It’s murda mo
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| Develop inside of my shadow
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| These niggas are shallow
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| Nigga trust me
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| You won’t fuck my bitch
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| But one of them raggedy baby mamas
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| You can have though
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| She not the same ho
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| That bitch have a place
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| That mean you drink with Drano
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| Hit 'em like Mano
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| I cut one you young niggas in tens in Caymo
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| Pick up Bones fantastic
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| Let me get my flame on
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| May the force be with y’all label
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| For the shit I spit is fatal
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| You niggas are more prenatal
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| Appeal that I bought for the watch that I got on the table
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| Don’t trust my paper
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| Don’t discuss my paper
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| I get plenty ho
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| Never lay late by the stairs
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| You know that you don’t want to throw hands
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| On the dirt you can leave man
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| I’m a shooter but I’m from Cleveland
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| Oh say can you see
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| Nigga repeat after me
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| By the dawn’s early light
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| Better not
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| Never fuck with
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| Never fuck with
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| Proud may we stand
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| On a C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D
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| Don’t make me release my nigga Stan
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| When the twilight
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| Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
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| When the twilight (twilight…)
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| When the twilight
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| Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
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| Oh say can you see
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| Nigga repeat after me
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| My freak a negros
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| Let me wrap this up like egg rolls
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| Ain’t none of us really the best bro
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| Never think that you are less though
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| I get it but this ain’t the pop culture for the critics
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| Nigga this Hip-Hop
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| And the legends I know they are livin' it since the day
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| We sound like a mimic
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| I’m with it
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| Let’s get it
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| Not break up or make up
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| I’ll deal with you lil' niggas myself
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| Yeah you don’t have any advantages
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| Give a fuck if it was money 'cause I don’t need help there
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| And I got ten in a bag facts
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| Put it up so it cannot be attached
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| I’ll bury myself in the money
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| You muthafuckas that be throwin' my back yes
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| I’m just-just smarter than y’all
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| My niggas way harder than y’all
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| Wish Bone’s a father to y’all
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| We don’t even bother with y’all
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| You told the legends they should kiss your feet
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| Dawg you should miss your teeth
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| Oh diamonds to meet palms
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| He told all his niggas they better not answer that
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| Me I told all my niggas they better prepared to strap
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| But no no more I-G
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| They are cancer rap
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| (B.B. let it blow over)
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| Nigga you can cancel that
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| T’Challa talkin' to Eazy through the dirt
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| And bring that panther back
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| (The foster kids)
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| Lil' nigga still a shooter
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| Lil' Ripsta had to school you
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| Don’t let the light skin fool you
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| Oh say can you see
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| Nigga repeat after me
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| By the dawn’s early light
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| Better not
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| Never fuck with
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| Never fuck with
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| Proud may we stand
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| On a C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D
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| Don’t make me release my nigga Stan
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| When the twilight
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| Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
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| When the twilight (twilight…)
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| When the twilight
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| Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
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| Oh say can you see
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| Nigga repeat after me
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| What are you disrespectin' legends for
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| Them niggas ain’t checkin' y’all
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| Soon as you said my name
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| I turn this plane into a wreckin' ball
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| Fuck them pants
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| They are extra small
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| Fuck your fuckin' dance
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| Why don’t you stand like you a man
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| Y’all act like y’all some fuckin' broads
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| Fuckin' up the cause
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| Fuckin' up the brick you niggas Fentanyl (Fentanyl, Fentanyl…)
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| I’m still ventin' y’all
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| Three piece and with extra slaw
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| Them pieces with extra sauce
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| You like one of them bitches that can’t get me off (get me off…)
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| The pelican order is destiny y’all
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| Pluckin' your feathers and even though I’m just peckin' at y’all for the talent
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| you niggas possess
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| Bone’s much better than y’all |