| Aite hold up
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| Is this thing on
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| Still…
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| Dropping that shit that’s making you wonder
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| How are these niggas together for ten winters and the summers
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| How Ilajide gunning, thinking we’d be running outta ammo
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| Put the NPC in the Stallone nigga that’s Rambo
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| Baby bu-bu-busting on ya, Tss! |
| Tss! |
| Tss! |
| Tss!
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| We puffing on ya
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| Blow up like it’s a Samsung battery, ready to load up for ya
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| Load up, soldier bringing the war upon ya
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| Russo on ya
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| Frank Castle hiding in the begonias off of the melatonin
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| Sleep walking still chalking up lyrics to kill opponents
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| Drop gems like The Mad Titan with mad arthritis
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| Trying to assemble the gauntlet with every rhyme and
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| Can’t stop using the time stone to hit rewind
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| Every time I forget one of my lines
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| Dropping land mines before I step in the building of America
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| Gentrify the area
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| White supremacy the remedy
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| Who’s that peaking in my window, Jim Crow
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| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that!
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| Are you ready?
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| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that!
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| You know how we do
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| Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention
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| You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson
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| The… the… the… the whole crew get down
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| Keep it going, I flow and knocking haters off a throne that people barely know
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| they sitting on
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| Throwing parties, making
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| Shitting in the toilet, rolling up
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| Getting fellatio, right up on the sofa
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| With the Forces give a dose of superior focused on
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| Delivered them faster than orders from Jimmy John’s
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| Fuck up the opening
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| Entrances intricate, beats known just to punish ‘em like you finish a
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| Skull and crossbones, chicken wing your favorite rhyme spitter
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| My loud as the Don Bishop
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| Game spitters get pimp slapped just for clogging lanes
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| Still the shit like wasn’t 46
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| I treat you all like a bowl of grits, ain’t nothing sweet
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| L to the A to the Z nigga what
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| I make ‘em holla like Ante Ups in your Impala
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| hold ‘em up for the squadron
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| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that!
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| Are you ready?
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| Blaow! |
| Hold that! |
| Blaow! |
| Hold that!
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| You know how we do
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| Pay… pay… pay… pay… pay attention
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| You… you… you gettin' knocked the fuck out like my Mike Tyson
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| The… the… the… the whole crew get down |