| I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
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| Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay)
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh)
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| By any means, your enemies, my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen (Damn)
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| The yellow tape surrounds the fate
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| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (God damn)
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| Great, eliminate like ElimiDate (Ooh)
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| Hey, young boy had to penetrate (Ooh)
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| Face, young boy done caught a case (Ooh)
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| Bang, now his mama livin' with the pain (Uh)
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| Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay (Huh?)
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| Let him get the Senzu Bean so he regenerate (Oh)
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| Now a nigga harder than the head of the state (damn)
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| Denzel Curry is the new candidate (Damn)
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| Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
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| Stop this shit, chop your esophagus (Esophagus)
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| Bitches be boppin' it, bow down and pop it in
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| Droppin' it in her esophagus (Esophagus)
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| She get so nasty, in public she classy
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| Perhaps she is able to swallow it (Uh)
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| Girl, I can make you a star (Star, ooh)
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| Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch (Damn)
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| Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
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| Narcissist, part time an arsonist (Flame)
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| Rippin' through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
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| Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus (Damn)
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| Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
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| So now that I’m livin' so harmonious (Harmonious)
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| Feelin' like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
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| I am the best, there’s no politics
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| Bitch, I’m ultimate
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| Ultimate
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| Bitch, I’m
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| I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
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| Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay)
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh)
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| By any means, your enemies, my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen (Damn)
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| The yellow tape surrounds the fate
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| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates (Damn)
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| Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
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| Open the internet, photosynthesis
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| Put in parentheses, temporary
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| Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
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| Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
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| But yet the question is, «Is he fake? |
| Is he real?»
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| What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
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| I’ma sever it when I sever shit
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| I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain’t homies
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| Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
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| Droppin' melodic, enter the cosmic
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| Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
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| Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer
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| Out of South Florida, call the coroner
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| Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord
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| Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph
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| Bitch, I’m a beast
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| Nigga, you tell me who fuckin' with me
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| K to the I to the N to the G
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| Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
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| Better learn something and get a degree
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| This for Lord Infamous, so R.I.P
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| Arrivederci, bitches lookin' thirsty
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| Ridin' through the dirty, like it’s mandatory
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| Ending of the story
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| I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
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| Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street (Okay)
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (Sheesh)
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| By any means, your enemies, my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen (Damn)
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| The yellow tape surrounds the fate
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| Don’t have a face, so now you late, open the gates |