| Dippin' into a pool that’s full of fools with nothing to say
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| Steppin' inside the booth, these dudes praying for luck on the page
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| Flippin' their flows, you know the only go a couple of ways
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| Pullin' in droves of hoes, fancy clothes, hustling yay
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| Lyrical dynamite, cypher raw, busting a flame
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| Sicker than all of y’all, my crew coming, we’re crushing the game
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| Gettin' dividends and diamond mines up in the chain
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| Strugglin' all my life I had to fight, grew up in the pain
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| Shippin' the fame and hype over night, blew up in the game
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| Pushing my pen inside your vestibule to rupture your brain
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| Running up in your shit for what ever the structure contain
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| Doctor Hannibal Lecter, the cops stuck with distain
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| A speech of mine would make Clarice come and unbuckle the chains
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| Buffalo Bill, y’alls dick and balls tucked in your legs
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| These chickens sit upon the side line, clucking for eggs
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| I’m ready to make an omelette, I’m looking for something to break
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| We coming the pace and face to the left
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| If you came for the Ces, why you savin' your breath
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| One step to the right, lit it up in the lights
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| Get wild for the night
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| Err’body in the back, where you in? |
| Where you at?
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| More middle of the map
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| Bring it back to the front
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| When I snap on a one
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| Let me see your ass all jump, jump, jump!
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| Trapped in the Colosseum
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| A sea of 'em all I see is
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| Prey for the predator
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| Dying for what they call ideas
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| Go for your gun and it’s done
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| Nobody ever lived that come at this one
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| Go for your gun and it’s done
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| Nobody ever lived that come at this one
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| Spilling my blood while paintin' a pic
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| Stick in the mud, some say what we make is the shit
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| And whether or not I believe y’all the tiniest bit
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| I know when to go, Tech told me to stick to the script
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| Doin' a pile of blow til' I feel the Deevil inside
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| Runnin around the crib nakey, I got nothin' to hide
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| Tippin' the scale in our favor, tryna savor the buzz
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| Comin' up in the game, killin' with a plethora of cuts
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| And you can bet I give the credit to the blunts and the drugs
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| All of that said, you can still find me up in the club
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| And I’m an animal, nobody wants a beast in the camp
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| Revving this engine, pedal to the medal, reachin' the ramp
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| Put 'em in ICU, when I see you be sure to salute
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| I’m Ready to Die, don’t ask me why, nigga, just Gimme the Loot
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| Tell 'em I got it, Godemis gotta be fadin' to black
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| Stumblin' out the MIDI, throwin' up the snake and the bat
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| Now bring it back
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| Get 'em in line, blindfolded, backs flat to the wall
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| Keepin' in mind «I'm the death dealer bustin' at y’all»
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| The way they been talkin' sound as soft as somethin' stuffed in they bra
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| Your fuckin' opinion matter as much as what I flushed at the mall
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| Who in the fuck are y’all callin' suckers, puckerin' up
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| Lookin' to blow it all, well I’m packin' somethin' to suck
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| We in the arena now, we leave it all out on the field
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| Countin' the minutes til' its 13 with an hour to kill
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| Gimme the powder with pills, sippin' a bottle, I’m swill
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| Nobody believed it includin' me, but we do got a deal
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| How does it feel, I’m feelin' the winter chill, tip of the ice
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| They givin' me cold stares and they so flakey they drift in the skies
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| The holiest matrimony, holy’s chuckin' handful of rice
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| Makin' a pact you’ll probably regret for the rest of your life
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| I’m steppin' inside the ring and dancin', hangin' all on the ropes
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| The media’s screamin' at me, snappin' pics and callin' for quotes |