| Alright you leave me no choice
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| I never thought you hold that against me now
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| But I think I understand now why you don’t want me to get out of here I’m not
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| just one person to you am I?
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| I’m a symbol of everything you fear will destroy you
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| Yeah I’m the new king of the shit
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| My script over runneth
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| Dark tunnels rhymes sputter
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| Mind muddy vine gutter, Breathe!
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| Catch fatigue from a dark Street to Blade Runner
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| My Beats Made In Summer
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| Sit in thought like a confused plumber
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| Bang them pipes night after midnight slumber
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| Don’t come up here with that weak shit
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| Biting niggas teeth-less
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| Spineless, you built your life on mine and I digest
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| Thought for food Crow’s nest
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| Proposed threats candid
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| You couldn’t land in those Timberlands I stand in
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| It’s true I hold Cannon
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| Sharp Ruby Diamond advances
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| Got me buying out the gun show
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| Assorted flavor damage
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| Began in gun Rule now run Detroit Barry Sanders
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| Of this rap shit
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| Nigga get your motherfucking cameras
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| Cuz a made nigga’s back with the mothafukin' hammer
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| While I chisel words, BMI tax for my grammar
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| Roberta Flacks wax on the panel
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| New Motown Vision the ammo
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| Black day apparel
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| Plus that rock paper denim for around the way Heroes
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| What’s up?
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| Ayo fake niggas come around and leave before the show
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| I scoop up ten bills my face had a glow
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| Erase black clouds with that green smoke I blow
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| When the needle to the wax, I shoot 'em up Clive O
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| Derail ya whole plot a few steps ahead of foe
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| And what you know not, the autopsy won’t show
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too
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| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to
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| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you
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| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too
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| I think I understand why you don’t want me to get out of here
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| You’ll never want me to get out of here
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| You think I’m your enemy!
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| It’s all something purely personal now
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| Between him and me |