| Two stepping with a weapon on me
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| Doing the hammer dance, Imma rep the Show Me
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| You don’t want to advance incorrectly homie
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| Get a tech to your neck and get the flex and whole key
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| We in the Midi, and mind you we major
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| Put it back on the map in the mind of a hater
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| In a mode of attack, I’m the alpha omega
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| Chop a couple of rails, do a line of it later
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| These are the breaks, the game’s in a sling
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| Y’all motherfuckers better kneel, kiss the ring
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| Fans want me to do a song with
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| And I got to say I don’t see that happening
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| Rap at the king, come for the crown
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| Fuck you pay me, I puff puff pound
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| Grab at the bling, bum rush the crowd
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| They don’t really want me to bust bust rounds
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| Just touched down, 81−6
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| Pinto music and 81 bricks
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| Y’all better lose it and make me come get
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| A KC Tea and some other dumb shit
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| And I get it with the Killer City committee
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| Murdering em all and we all pack a billy
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| I kick up my feet and pack up a philly
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| I flip up the beat and crack up the ceiling
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| Rack up a milly, for real what’s the dealy?
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| We ill, y’all road kill, fuck for really, playing with a marked deck
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| And in a minute Imma gotta pull a card, check
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| I been grinding my minding to get that
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| Dinner, it’s all on the line and I find that iller
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| With lines on my mind all the time, that’s filler
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| I want to Shaq and that’s a Midwest winner
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| Kids growing up so fast
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| Sweet 16 they load up the gat
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| Close up the casket
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| Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked
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| Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie
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| Que será será, what’ll be will be
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| Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie
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| Que será será, what’ll be will be
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| Believe
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| My gosh, I’m a crafty speaker
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| Think on my, I got the baddest features
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| Look at them hands that’ll fuck a
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| Like campaign threats that’ll your fixtures
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| I’m the ether, constantly the conjure
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| Need to conquer demons, got you eaten
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| Beasts believe in, got you feenin
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| Respect everybody but you finna pledge allegiance
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| Count my blessings, I haven’t reached it
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| Starving in my city but I’m eating
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| Carving out the gritty when you preaching
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| No pardons, little bitch you’re tweaking
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| Scar you, machete happy when he feasts
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| Ces call me, I know they had me in their speakers
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| Bang bang, blow you out of my space
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| All dehydrate, leave me irate
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| Tech and they say I flee from my gates
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| Niggas gon talk, it’s just how they made
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| Show up in a rave, ain’t even on tour
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| Cite me a band, invest to make more
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| Chest I’m this bored, probably don’t send
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| When I call you bitch I mean to offend
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| Express with backhands and brazen attempts
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| To get you in line like I was your pimp
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| Shit nigga, I’m Jordan, you Pippen
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| On my name brand imposition
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| Wag like dogs, but I’m cold kitten
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| Out of your league, you keep forgetting
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| I can separate your throat from your dome
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| Out of control, you niggas out, you already know
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| Got to be bold, ooh the whole world want to froze ya
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| Step in my ring, Imma sweep your soul back
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| Kids growing up so fast
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| Sweet 16 they load up the gat
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| Close up the casket
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| Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked
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| Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie
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| Que será será, what’ll be will be
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| They try to slow my speed and go by me
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| I focus my energy and throw my chi
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| You know my steed, Ces the method
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| Phone full of pics that they kept for reference
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| I’m moving on to the next progression
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| And bored in a plane where they check for weapons
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| No knives, liquids, or guns
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| Just can’t decide which is the one
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| Knew I would thrive when this shit begun
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| Jumped off the ride, bitch missed the fun
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| This is the one, guarantee U-B-I sip with some funds
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| Christmas will come
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| They puff tree and sip fifths of rum
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| I take the cake, kids get the crumbs
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| Ball when I strike, hits and runs
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| Put em out in the field, raw deal
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| My flows are frozen, y’all chill
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| You don’t what I’m holding, Caulfield
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| Catch! |
| Rye whiskey, say goodbye to this beat
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| Truth my bullet proof, y’all lies will miss me
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| Strange all day, we’ve been signed officially
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| Look around the house, every eye is misty
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| Some of y’all tryna get me
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| Go ‘head then, try me dickweed
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| A grimy great, I been taking my vitamins
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| Tango with the lyrical leviathan
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| Take a look at who I’m riding with
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| Little girls get faint at the slightest words
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| Grown man, heart attack at the sight of her
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| And the all fall out while I observe
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| I’m a fire bird, a phoenix
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| Rose up from ash, I need it
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| Cold fucking cash
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| Soon as I see it, got to roll up and pass
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| I’m a geek, but believe it I’ll sure bust your ass
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| Kids growing up so fast
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| Sweet 16 they load up the gat
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| Close up the casket
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| Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked
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| Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie
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| Que será será, what’ll be will be
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| Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie
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| Que será será, what’ll be will be
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| Believe |