| I get so angry I could kill a man
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| But I remember my place and still I stand
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| Even though they pissed me off and kicked me down
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| I know it’s all because they think I got a (wicked sound)
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| With a baby face, y’all hate me cause I’m doing it young
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| Y’all hate me cause I ruin your fond
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| I’ll ruin your buzz and do it all under the sun
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| What a son of a gun, what does he think he is?
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| What is he gettin' off, thinkin' he can bash us like that
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| I don’t really like this shit (So what?!)
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| I cannot help it, I will kill on a song for real y’all
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| Just like you cannot help that you ain’t got an ill flow
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| But I’m still bone, and my flow is still cold
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| You ain’t compared to me, I make you look like you bite the pillow
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| So fuck you haters, day to day I make you look bad
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| Cause I’m half your age and doin' it big and never losing fact
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| This is to everybody hatin' on me when I go
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| Hold up for second pussy, there’s something I gotta know
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| When you look at my face…
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| Are you mad cause I’m doin' it young? |
| Because I’m bad?
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| When you look at my face…
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| Are you mad? |
| But why you’re mad?
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| When you look at my face…
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| Are you mad cause I’m doin' it young? |
| Because I’m bad?
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| When you look at my face…
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| Are you mad? |
| But why you’re mad?
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| I’m one of the baddest but they’re judging me
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| Even though they all know that they musically can’t fuck with me
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| There ain’t no budging me, I’ve come to see
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| That I might get criticized for my face
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| Till I waste away when I touch your beat
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| Your jaw just drops, and your face is stoned
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| Show love when you’re looking at me
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| You gonna wish you had the day to take my throne
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| But I made you slow down a bit, so they can hear me out
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| I don’t need your sympathy
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| I don’t trust those that are gettin' near me now
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| I came up from nothing, nobody there could guide me
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| Don’t know how I became this demon that’s inside me
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| Don’t even try me, I’mma not take you likely
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| Do some if you wanna do somethin'
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| Homie come and find me
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| I ain’t backing down, look at my face you better see them eyes
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| I may be young but I’ve seen some shit
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| That will make you see demise
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| And it’s no suprise, y’all better watch your words
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| I don’t fuck around with the «he said, she said»
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| No question I got you served |