| I’m colder than cold, I’m frozen in place
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| Ice forming on my skin like I’m floating in space
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| Pull the evidence up, go and roll 'em in tape
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| See, I’m that microphone killer get to closing the case
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| Shit, I’m a beast really haven’t you heard?
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| My stock been on the rise, there ain’t no way that y’all can flatten the curve
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| The best in the burbs, kill 'em with the baddest of words
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| Own the masters to my music ain’t a master I serve
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| I’ve been working on my business acumen, this shit is valuable
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| I’m Italian, running rackets comes natural
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| Multicolored money when I’m moving international
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| Hold my shifty, all I do is make capital
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| Holy mackerel, Webby back up on the rapping
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| Tip and refill the script for the Addys in the cabinet
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| Student of the game, I’m a fucking postgraduate
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| Protagonist, every beat I’m toe tagging it
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| So listen up when I’m fucking rhyming
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| Yeah I do it for the love, I ain’t publicizing
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| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
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| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant
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| Yeah, independent but the money still rising
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| I built an empire, and I’m just summarizing
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| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
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| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant
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| The haters will say that I’m not on
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| Let my money talk for me, shit I don’t even respond
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| That’s a point that I’m beyond, let 'em gossip what they want
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| My new crib got not one, but two koi ponds
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| So many square feet I’ll need a mathematician
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| To help me furnish every room up in the pad I live in
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| You say it’s baller what I’m spitting, I’m just talking what I’m living
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| I run out motherfucking breath walking to my kitchen
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| My only neighbors are the woodland creatures
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| I got retainers for my cooks and cleaners
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| Better learn your lesson, because webby’s that suburban legend
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| Who’s got the game in the bag like a murder weapon
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| In the evidence room, never assume
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| Or I’ll juke in Duke Nukem till they rest in a tomb
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| Hit 'em year after year like perennials bloom
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| Been a beast since the womb on a fucking full moon
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| I transform and shift through metamorphosis
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| Sword grip so, you don’t want a war with this
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| Got a pill in each hand I’m on that Morpheus
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| And travel to inter-dimensional coordinates
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| I’m on my tour de shit, let the rabbit get exhausted
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| Hit the finish line just in time as I cross it
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| No losses, thick skin like colossus
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| Now I am the boss of all bosses
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| Tell 'em like, yeah
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| So listen up when I’m fucking rhyming
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| Yeah I do it for the love, I ain’t publicizing
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| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
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| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant
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| Yeah, independent but the money still rising
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| I built an empire, and I’m just summarizing
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| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying
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| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant |