| Bad motherfucker with a bad attitude
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| Flow like trash in a pool
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| Never would I do what you ask me to do
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| 'Cause you do what you want when you got nothing to prove
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| And when you got nothing to lose
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| You would do what it takes just to get money for food
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| That’s how I used to feel, that’s way too real
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| Almost gives me chills
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| Back to the motherfucking plan at hand
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| Gun to my server act hard, get banned
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| Look how many rappers are holy like sand
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| Castle on the hill with the place I stand
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| Throne made of gold, silk gloves on my hands
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| I don’t touch peasants and I don’t do grams
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| No more loss for your pussy it’s true
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| I done broke my back just to get it how I do
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| TV static, blunt wrap addict
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| Coming, boutta cut your throat, while I’m at it
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| We make classics, SESH make racket
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| I can hear when you rap, you ain’t got passion
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| Bitch, get out my way (way)
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| Bitch, get out my face (face)
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| You don’t wanna talk about it
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| You just wanna fuck about it
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| Got a grave you can lay (what)
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| Going back to the old me
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| Some call me the OG, I just tell em «Oh, please»
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| This is just what I got to do to keep sane
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| This is what I got to do for my brain
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| Flowing’s what I gotta do to maintain
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| Fuck what they claim, fuck what they say
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| Imma bring it back to the grave, bang |