| I’m an instigator — nigga can’t you see?
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| I’m an instigator — ain’t nobody worse than me
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| I’m an instigator — I’ll be the first to beef
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| first to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak
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| I’m an instigator — nigga can’t you see?
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| I’m an instigator — ain’t nobody worse than me
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| I’m an instigator — I’ll be the first to beef
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| first to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe, fuck with me I love gettin shit started
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| I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk until police need chalk
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| to chalk you up, have bitches walkin up Smackin you in your face, screamin that you talk too much
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| Tell women you said you fucked 'em
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| Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him
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| Ran his pockets and stuck him
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| 'Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips
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| Laughin when they shoot at you over the wrong shit
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| I lock down your block with lies that’s so believable
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| you’ll run and grab your shotguns, glocks and nines (whattup)
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| Walkin blind, excite fights until they erupt (do it!)
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| Instigate my own death cause killin you ain’t enough
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| I don’t give a fuck if we beefin or not, I’ll squeeze first
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| I’ma heat up yo’spot, I’m a nigga that breathe dirt
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| On these streets every day, snatchin niggaz yea
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| How you bitches needin work, you can get it from McVay
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| I’m dispiteful, I tie a hoe a maniacal foul animal
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| liable to leave you strapped with yo’bible (fo'real)
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| I’m psycho, my bullets won’t fly by you
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| You wanna kill me? |
| You got the right to Ain’t gotta wait 'til night to snipe if I don’t like you
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| You gettin hit in broad daylight with a white rifle
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| In front of yo’window I’m lookin right through
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| I love when I see a nigga get stuck.
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| I’m an instigator — drama tends to follow me I know, I probably owe all of my friends apologies
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| Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a lobotomy nigga this one’s to my arteries
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| Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery
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| I oughta be jailed for depicted mockery
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| Egg on fights to plot on the niggaz that shot at me
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| I don’t twist the truth I just make it gothic see
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| I’m nothin but a liar with a big-ass mouth
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| Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out
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| Got no reason to tell you the truth
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| But to be honest with you I rap with him but I don’t like Proof
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| Nigga fuck you, me and Swift got plans to jump you
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| Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you
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| I’m an instigator — convince a tenth grader
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| to run up inside his classroom and leave the kids.
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| Bitch wait up, this is the season
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| for squeezin off triggers on niggaz for no reason
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| Either jump or quit runnin your mouth
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| Pull a gun out, but I use it 'til the bullets run out
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| I throw a brick at your crib, have you standin on the porch
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| screamin, Look what you did! |
| I ain’t feelin no remorse
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| Nigga just pick up the kids, and Swift got first dibs
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| with these cherry hot slugs that’ll barbecue your ribs
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| I’m preparin deathbeds, quick to bust lead
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| while I’m starin at the Feds, tearin off they legs
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| Once you drop dead they’ll be swearin it’s a plague
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| I’m sicker than a coke rastafarian with dreads
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| You get shanked if you move, ditched with no clues
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| Don’t put shit on yo’tape but yo’skits and interludes
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| And once I finish you they wouldn’t put it in the news
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| I’m nuts so you hoes ain’t got the GUTS to interview
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| (*cut 'n scratched*: I’m an instigator to fade) |