| Pop up with that virus there's no hiding I'ma shut you down
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| Dollar sign my eyelids multiply the drugs now I see sound
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| Catalyst of adjectives "oh, you wanna be dead?"
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| Let me put you in the ground
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| Lavish in my casket bitch my blade will make up
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| For what my heart ain't giving out
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| Buck Knife ductaped to the M4
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| Real tree camo disappear in the gore
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| Ain't nobody seen me like I'm Home Alone 4
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| Hundred cargo pockets like I'm heading into war
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| Used to break doors, grab that copper
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| Then hop in that thang now we swinging that Chevrolet
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| We do it often, you've never seen poverty
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| Risk it for profit, like every day
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| Friends passing away
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| Faster than hens, hatching some eggs
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| Used to wakin' up to the smell two-stroke "good morning!"
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| Gassed up, they soaked it then they take it to the head
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| Ghosts infest my house, but I don't want them to get out
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| I get along with them, might get a song with them
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| Matter of fact, got a whole tape coming out
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| I can never lie your shit I never heard it
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| Used to look at tables like I cannot wait to turn them
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| Now the shit's changed, every day I'm steady learnin
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| The ones that used to doubt me fell off like the ash that's burning
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| Blunt lit, dark black shades like Curtis
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| Gave so much life to others feel like a surrogate
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| Cut your hand you a tourniquet
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| Clean up then burn the furniture
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| Logic is always missing when Bones is at a curvature
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| I can barely walk straight let alone think it
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| Hundred swimming lessons still I make sure I sink you
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| Battleship rocket at your team, that's dangerous
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| Look at this creature so endangered
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| Rare like angles that I don't look angry
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| "Fuck the world" they say, "Fuck you, pay me"
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| That there's the difference call the intermission
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| I'll be here all week, make sure to tip your waitress
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| What
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| Bones, SESH, wait, what |