| Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
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| So then you meet me at the helm
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| Like Del—so, you could know that I’m funky as ever
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| Like Zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel
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| I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
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| The coldest flow in the snow globe, my nigga, I’m lost in frost
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| I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
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| Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
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| Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
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| Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
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| Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
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| Pardon me—niggas be Madison Square-guardin' me
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| You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
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| Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
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| Hard to see, R.I.P. |
| my older brother, Lotto Tree
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| Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
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| Come back from the dead, I’ll smack you to purgatory
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| Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
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| You lookin' at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
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| Y’all lookin' at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
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| I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
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| Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
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| You lookin' at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
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| Y’all lookin' at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
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| I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
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| Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel could rock it so funky as hell?
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| We got it locked like a prison, got 'em twistin' on them D’s watching
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| Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
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| Wisdom, you think you mobbin' but you isn’t
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| Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
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| They gon' find your body in the alley
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| Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
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| I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this
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| Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit, puffin' it
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| I be acting foul for the fuck of it
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| Lately it’s a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
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| It’s a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
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| Put your hands on me and your hands gettin' broken
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| When I hit the scene, it’s like a goddamn explosion
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| Find me out surrounded by some shooters, they be young and old
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| Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
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| Ugly Mane, bars played, that blood in my veins be running cold
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| Running the game I be unopposed, short fuse, don’t cut it close
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| Ugly Mane, bars played, that shit I spit be so morose
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| You better watch your mouth playa, I hit you with that lethal dose
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| Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
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| You lookin' at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
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| Y’all lookin' at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
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| I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
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| Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
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| You lookin' at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
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| Y’all lookin' at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
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| I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit! |