| Stay in the house a bit, don’t come out of it
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| 'Bout me, niggas best not be announcin it
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| Like your mouth real big, never doubt the kid
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| What I spit is legit, real niggas vouch for it
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| They say «Ouch you’re sick,» I say, «I'm sick?»
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| After what I did, man the SwishaHouse is sick
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| Dyke Jones, pussy nigga that they vouch for, pig
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| The wrong nigga to mess with, but I caught that trick
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| So yeah, I had to show 'em how I do it
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| Now they listenin to the music and they say that I’m the truest
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| But I knew it, they was foolish, they was actin kinda coolish
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| Why you lookin at my diamonds and actin like they cubics?
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| Talkin like you’re bulletproof, niggas actin like they suited
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| So I dropped «Mixtape Messiah,» right after that they rooted
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| For the mixtape God, they actin like I’m buddhist
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| Got 'em praisin my phrase, I just rap and they salute it
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| «Attention!» |
| Now hang it up like a hanger
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| Send it to the M-I-A and this’ll be another banger
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| Real niggas don’t snitch, I won’t be the one to name ya
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| Laws come around here and I won’t be the one to blame ya
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| Uh-uh, I shouldn’t be an entertainer
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| It won’t be the index, it’s gon' be another fanger
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| That I hold up to camera I ain’t gon' be no complainer
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| If it’s drama that you came for you gon' be another stranger
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| «Chamillitary mayne» |