| Yeah
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| Webby
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| Listen
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| You don’t gotta love me
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| You don’t even gotta like me
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| But you will respect me
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| Yeah
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| I never let a sleeping dog lie, he better give me the truth
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| And if not, I’ll kick these Shih Tzu’s with Timberland boots
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| Living proof of independent success, ripping the booth
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| Eatin' beats, knock a snare loose while picking my tooth
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| Got the juice, shit I’ma chug it then recycle the cup
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| Throw my competition on the grill and fire it up
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| I’m that diamond in the rougher shit, the price going up
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| I’m on point, chilling like a porcupine in the cut
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| I keep my window so tinted you can’t see in the whip
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| I’m the shit, so listen homie we can leave it at this
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| I’ma Super Smash fools, undefeated on Switch
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| The way I’ll take over the game I gotta stream it on Twitch
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| Call me «Lil Juulpod» I got the youth hooked
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| Animal up on the page like Winnie The Pooh books
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| Spit it, your crew shook, I’m no amateur
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| That’s why your girl spinning webs like tarantulas
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| If you love me, or you hate me
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| One thing that I’ll never be is fucking fugazy
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| Stepping in my way, then shit you gotta be crazy
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| 'Cause y’all ain’t fucking with the shit that I’ve been on lately
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| Yeah I’m too clean, dripping like a fucking plate of poutine
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| Killing shit up on the daily is the fucking routine
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| Feel it in ya mood ring, veins pump the blood of the dragon
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| I am the seven kingdoms one and only true king
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| Whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide
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| So whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide, no no no no
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| Yeah, keep your love and praise, I’m only in it for the cash man
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| Most my life been such a waste, been living in the trashcan
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| I’m the type to cut your breaks and wait for you to crash-land
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| Used to rob a motherfucker just to buy a half-gram
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| Scrape the residue so I can sniff it to my noggin
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| Steal a bus then hop the curve then hit you when you joggin', man
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| Ya’ll just talkin' words, I told you bitches I’m a problem
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| Only time you catch me slippin' when I’m rippin' the toboggan
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| Got these big bags of weed, and I chop 'em and roll 'em
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| I’m coppin' all kinds of weapons and I lock 'em and load 'em
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| Your girl tryna cough my pole cause I’m top of the totem
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| You think I give a fuck if you like me? |
| Get off of my scrotum
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| I’m in the penthouse, just had the Chinook and the Gelato
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| You stayin' in the Travelodge, you booked in on Trivago
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| Pockets deeper than the pizza that they cookin' in Chicago
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| Yo' I’m fat, white, and ugly but my girl look like a model
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| Unh, and we going full throttle
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| Wave so strong that you might need goggles
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| We can keep it calm or this shit can get hostile
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| You talking to a boss, baby I’m the head honcho
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| Nice on the track, run it back like a Bronco
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| Going of the rails, give 'em hell like diablo
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| Matter of fact, handin' out L’s like Chapo
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| Sicker than a snot nose, looking for the thot hoes
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| I rose from the dirt, same shirt
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| Y’all niggas really tried to take me out it ain’t worked
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| All business, the sneaky dissin' get you lames merked
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| Call me Battles for a reason, better learn the name first, uh
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| Yo, I know how the game work
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| Won’t keep it bottled up 'cause it make the pain worse
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| You want the local fame, my aim’s to try and tame earth
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| So I kill it and rebuild it, all in the same verse
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| Whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide
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| So whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide, no no no no
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| It really ain’t no competition still I’m known to compete
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| I keep my ear to the street like a homeless asleep
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| Never shy away from beef, got no choice but to eat
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| And I’ve been starvin 'bout to go in and feast, I try to be |
| About the love but honestly I look around and I’m eager to diss 'em
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| I know that silently they wishin' that Mean would be quittin'
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| My passion is deep as obsessions
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| I never smile, but I love my job more than pedophile pediatricians
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| R-Mean, came to sit on my throne
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| I be spittin' like I got all the infinity stones
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| 'Cause they love me, or they hate me
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| It don’t faze me, it’s fuck you pay me
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| You hatin' on another man? |
| That shit still amaze me
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| And you can take shots, but them shits barely graze me
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| So hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
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| And I’m gon' shine homie, until my horse stop, who the MVP?
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| I stand out from the typical, I don’t need a crowd
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| I wound up steppin' in shit again, and my feet are plowed
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| You only gettin' in the way I’m at if we allowed
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| And actin' up’s a bad choice, that’s when we see 'em out
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| A shot caller with temper like hot water
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| Keep humblin' got more, big talk, but a lot smaller
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| Hype I am not calm blow up, I’m a night bomber
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| I shine I am not somber, talk nice in a right honor
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| Get funky, you get mad, I get money
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| I get fly, you get bummy
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| You try hard but you can never stand next to the god
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| the hardest and if you do you got lucky
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| So, love or hate it, I couldn’t give up, still the greatest
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| I show up in some fly shit, it’s lookin' like the latest
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| I’m getting mine, no days off on a daily basis
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| Nowhere to hide, get played soft by the hand that take it
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| Whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide
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| So whether you love me, or you hate me
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| You better show respect whenever you face me
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna see what I look like when I’m angry
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| And there’s nowhere for you to hide, no no no no |