| Get gone get gone get gone get gone
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| Look at em, look at em, look at em
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| I won’t forgive you, fuck that shit
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| I’m lookin at your picture, now it makes me sick
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| I hate your motherfuckin' guts and let it show
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| Wear my motherfuckin' heart out on my sleeve now so you know
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| I’ll cut a bitch quick if she gets on my nerves
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| Kill your god, burn your town, bet my bond is my word
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| They say hey you’ll be okay, but I crash and I swerve
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| Rolling up with these mutilated fingertips
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| Bitch I ain’t depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Yeah motherfuckr I’ll admit it that I’m stressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But I’m a boss, I’m a bast like i’m the best (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| I’m bout to put all this other shit to rest (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| When you’re coming up tryna make a name (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But when you get the money and ya got the fame
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| Your life can never even be the fucking same
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| I don’t really give a fuck about the cash or bling
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| Came up from the gutter think I’m not gonna swing?
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| Internet gangsters trying to get underneath my skin
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| I got punchlines and I’ll aim for ya chin
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| Yea I get stressed but I ain’t depressed
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| Play another fest get it all off my chest
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| Niggas wanna test
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| Ready for the beef to commence
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| Come to ya ends in a bulletproof vest
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| No whip pull up on a black BMX
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| Now these pricks all wanna make amends
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| Know about my gang from da east to the west
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| Fuck boy u don’t wanna see me vex
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| Look at them swinging their fists
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| Fights in the mosh pit making a mess
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| Front line reciting lyrics
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| I wrote down at my desk
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| I don’t do this on purpose
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| Cannot resist
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| What did I do to deserve this
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| Glorious gift
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| I thank you, yes you
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| For giving me the, power needed to
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| Defeat this beast with his hands around my neck
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| I grab his horns and I rip them out his head
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| Yeah I get stressed but no way
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| Bitch I ain’t depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Yeah motherfucker I’ll admit it that I’m stressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But I’m a boss, I’m a beast like i’m the best (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| I’m bouta put all this other shit to rest (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| When you’re coming up tryna make a name (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But when you get the money and ya got the fame
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| Your life can never even be the fucking same
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| Not giving up, I’ll hunt you down, this my revenge and shit
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| You been a fake, you brought me down, claiming you fixin shit
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| Say your sorry, hate me no more, you wanna kill this shit?
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| But I don’t feel that shit, not even a little bit
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| DOK turnt in this motherfucker
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| We back, big dick swaggin, nuts still hangin
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| And I’m feeling like a super saiyan, you feel me?
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| Watch your bitch before she gets snatched up
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| Bitch I ain’t depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Yeah motherfucker I’ll admit it that I’m stressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But I’m a boss, I’m a beast like l’m the best (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| I’m bouta put all this other shit to rest (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Just gotta tell myself that I ain’t that depressed (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| When you’re coming up tryna make a name (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| Mothafuckas get ya caught up in the game (yeah, I’ll admit it)
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| But when you get the money and ya got the fame
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| Your life can never even be the fucking same
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| Look at the crowd
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| Look at it
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| Look at the style
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| Look at it
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| Look at the clout
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| Look at it
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| Look at me now
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| Look at em
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| Look at the moves
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| Look at em
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| Look at dem boys
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| Look at em
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| Look at em now
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| Look at em
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| Look at em, look at em, look at em
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| Get gone get gone get gone get gone
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| Look at em, look at em, look at em |