| I’m the nigga came up cold
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| All the shit they must atone
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| Let my enemies yell at me, hobby for the young bro
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| It’s a tragedy when someone black as me get gold
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| Time to slaughter, street fighter fist, that’s Nintendo
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| Told my alma mater gotta send me money, Venmo
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| Put us on map, don’t sleep, siesta, man blow
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| Jack won’t been no nigga serenading with a banjo
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| Real reckless dude with a crew carry ammo
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| Thought predicting winning would be something so taboo
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| But now I’m monkeying around with my brothers, baboons
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| Atlanta in Hollywood, shit’s on schedule
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| Chef in the bank, been eatin', check my dental
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| Plenty sugar, suite life, kicked it in the penthouse
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| My sheets all green, they don knit me bando
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| And a nice sweater too, fit seen levels
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| Floating here shining, I need me a drum roll
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| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
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| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
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| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
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| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
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| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
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| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
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| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
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| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
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| I’m the nigga, hit 'em quick, right hook threw the fist
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| All the leeches swimming with me getting no benefit
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| In this dirty pond, fake homies won’t ever stick
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| Hang with the real players, my gamers control this shit
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| Did it for the internet, choke a younging by his neck
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| Hoping some bystanders looking in film it
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| Another Atlanta nigga dead, killed by his best friend
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| Said he changed on 'em, didn’t text back or DM
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| I’m the nigga, represent, I’m your mans 'til the end
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| Raise up my kinfolk, take over, that’s the plan
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| On a mission, 100 grand, sickness showing symptoms, man
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| Rather be hurting than healthy and not a champ
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| Nigga I done been the man, my pillow talk to the bands
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| Sleep real good when there’s dinner ready for my fam
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| I ain’t fucking comfortable, running out, take a stand
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| Started that fire, I’m a hoodlum, gym pants
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| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
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| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
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| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
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| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
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| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
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| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
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| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
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| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm
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| Stunt with all the things you got
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| Ain’t gon' put 'em in a box
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| You ain’t never ever gon' stop
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| Raise some funds, cop the stocks
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| Do it 'til they know your name on the block
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| 'Til you respected, claim you’re right, you the king of the lot
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| I’m Afro caesar, mean I don’t play you guys
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| No lames in my chariot, no snakes in my ride
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| Cruising for days, tryna find me the pot
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| Of gold, when I do I’ma feel like
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| I’m too raw, raw, raw, I’m a villain, I’m a don
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| Mask and cape, somebody ring the alarm
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| Wild boy, boy, boy, can’t tame me, nah
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| Started that flame, somebody ring the alarm |