| Shambles
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| Man are out here selling fake dreams
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| What do we call that shit there? |
| Scandal
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| Blow man’s candle
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| Spitters get dust like old man sandals
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| Fam, I do sweet boy then I do darkside
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| Fam, I didn’t go by manual
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| When I pop up with the flow they scramble
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| Bang one, shang tsung, souls get strangled
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| Know I’m that vandal
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| Black Twitter flow, get your whole shit cancelled
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| Nah, that’s neeky
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| I ain’t in the background doing up keke
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| I be at the front from the jump if needs be
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| I don’t pet, I’m at necks routinely
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| Done your set then i check new scenery
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| I ain’t tryna be stagnant
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| Look, there he goes, on a roll, he’s rampant
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| Coming through the door, coming like Chris Hansen
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| Hi there, if you’d like to take a seat
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| Wait there, I’d just like to say my piece
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| Your rhymes there show a sign of make belief
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| And although you can ride from A to B
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| You’ll still crash when it’s time to face with me
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| Fee fi foe, man are on a tightrope
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| Draw my girl? |
| Yeah, yeah, I know
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| All that chat, yeah, yeah, I know
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| Guys say nuttin' on a track and my eyes roll
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| MCs, MPs don’t get my vote
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| Man are just giving out lies to the blind folk
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| When you see the father, know I’m on white smoke
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| Man best lie low
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| Facts are
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| I ain’t on the chatter
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| Pop up like «what's the matter?»
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| Them boy don’t want the passa
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| And you ain’t built like us
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| You claiming doppelgänger
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| My people taking off
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| And you ain’t got no hangar
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| Facts are
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| I ain’t on the chatter
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| Pop up like «what's the matter?»
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| Them boy don’t want the passa
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| And you ain’t built like us
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| You claiming doppelgänger
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| My people taking off
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| And you ain’t got no hangar
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| Finessing
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| Can’t say I’m excessive
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| How I make mic man gain incentive
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| Shit ain’t impressive
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| Ain’t tryna run no table tennis
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| Back and forth, I’ll sink a man of war
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| No new friendships
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| Feel pressure when I step in
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| That’s a presence when I’m pressing
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| Thats a sentence to the death
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| Call your reverend to get blessed
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| Flow adonai but got a shallow side
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| In extension to my depths
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| Smash like Sakurai, hear my battlecry
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| You’ll be resting in your bed, you pussy
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| Facts are
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| I ain’t on the chatter
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| Pop up like «what's the matter?»
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| Them boy don’t want the passa
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| And you ain’t built like us
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| You claiming doppelgänger
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| My people taking off
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| And you ain’t got no hangar
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| Facts are
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| I ain’t on the chatter
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| Pop up like «what's the matter?»
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| Them boy don’t want the passa
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| And you ain’t built like us
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| You claiming doppelgänger
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| My people taking off
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| And you ain’t got no hangar |