| I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
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| Don’t need a gun to get respect upon the street
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
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| By any means, your enemies my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen
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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
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| Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
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| Hey, young boy had to penetrate
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| Face, young boy done caught a case
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| Bang, now his mama living with the pain
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| Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay
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| Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
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| Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
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| Denzel Curry is the new candidate
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| Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
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| Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
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| Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
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| Dropping it in her esophagus
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| She get so nasty, in public she classy
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| Perhaps she is able to swallow it
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| Girl, I can make you a star
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| Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
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| Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
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| Narcissist, part time an arsonist
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| Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
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| Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
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| Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
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| So now that I’m living so harmonious
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| Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
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| I am the best, there’s no politics, bitch, I’m ultimate, ultimate, bitch.
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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 upon the street
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
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| By any means, your enemies my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen
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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
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| Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
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| Open the Internet, photosynthesis
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| Put up parentheses, temporary
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| Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
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| Just might bust a bitch
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| Never knew my life, but yet the question is
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| Is he fake, is he real, what the message is
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| Chop a bitch nigga up, I’mma sever it
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| 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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| Dropping 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 fucking 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 looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
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| Like it’s mandatory, 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 upon the street
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| Under the sun, the bastard son
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| Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
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| By any means, your enemies my enemies
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| We wet them up like a canteen
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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 |