| I don’t rap beef, soul snatch that ass deep
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| Grim reaper, street sweeper, feet Neimans, speak to me
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| Codiene and Adderall, Bally bags and Taliban
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| I could’ve went to Alcatraz, niggas always talking bad
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| Please check the news clips, I do this, a nuisance
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| Wildin' all in traffic with a Uzi, on buffoonery
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| You cool as me, I do this shit, I’m strangling Judas’s
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| Don’t play with me, I’m chasing niggas
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| Bitch you bought the major leagues
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| Long stocking, Pippy Longstocking
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| More problems, more bodies
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| Won’t find ‘em, Local 8's is getting crowded
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| I got Bally, I got Louis, I ain’t really into Prada
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| Split medulla oblongata’s, a couple way from a father
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| Abuse these Margielas, my jacket is Moncler
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| So it ain’t rappers on my toes, these are not Air Forces
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| Mr. Everything, I stood on thirty thousand on the floor
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| Three-sixty bust down and I was not doing no shows
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| You need to go back to your hood 'cause we is not bringing no hoes
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| Chopsticks, mopsticks, Ralfy blinding the moshpit
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| Disgusting, suck me, bitch the fit been musty
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| The nerve of me cursing, I’m slurring, I’m curving these dirty birds
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| A five in a one, who the fuck I think I’m Dirty Purp
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| Gheesy my people, drummer stinky bleachers
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| I break the internet with my freestyles from Pro Tools
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| Don’t know you, these niggas really Venice Beach hobos
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| Rapper with a gun, I go bad, I got a drum
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| Spilling bricks all up in Neimans, I be acting up off mud
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| She said if you needed help then you should’ve asked for some
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| Twenty bands up on a bitch, bitch you should’ve been acting up
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| Blue tips, movies, you know I’m toting the whole thing
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| Bruce Lee, Suze Lee, kick in your door for the whole thing
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| Niggas be popping like they be popping up in four bands
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| White bitch, think she said her cousin Lindsay Lohan
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| Beat her to a slow jam, Ric Flair’s Hogan
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| I’m Michael Myers, Sideshow Bobber flyer
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| Niggas nice, they Flanders, I ain’t lying
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| The king of the hill, I know beef when it’s real
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| Ain’t no beef on the grill, ain’t no pieces of steel
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| Ain’t no homicide cars, ain’t no police in the rear
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| Stop playing
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| Haha, nigga
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| Niggas talkin', like nigga this shit regular
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| I been doin' this, we don’t rap beef
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| I don’t do none of that shit
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| You know I’m just havin' fun, haha
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| Check my casefiles, like, like, like
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| Mopsticks all in the couches and that shit, stop playin' with me nigga
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| Nigga, like, like, like, like
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| Niggas be havin' all them super powers but can’t bring they homies back from
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| the dead, like, I don’t understand, like, haha
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| Don’t pop it to me, keep that shit music, haha
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| Ugh, like like like, like, niggas be thinkin' they Suge or somethin'
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| Like nigga, like shells don’t knock down Goliath
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| I’m tellin' niggas, I just knocked down Brad
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| Like I’m the bully breaker, like nigga, haha
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| I’m talkin' 'bout two-two-three shells all on my rug
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| Like F&N, MAC’s, nigga, like
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| Juststop playin' with me nigga
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| This shit really regular though nigga
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| Damn bitch, I only been out, what, a month now
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| Ah, I’m a problem nigga
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, ugh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
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| They ask me how I’m feeling, my nigga I’m feeling lovely
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| It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me
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| Musty, ugh my nigga who got that musty?
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| It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy |