| Two tone, represent, can’t do with a mic and a check
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| Looks like I might be back, I might be back, I might be back
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| No doubt with that
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| Came back fresh, win a house from that
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| They paid racks for that, back to back, just another nut to crack
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| E-dub, they call me that, cause my first name and my surname
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| Nom de plumes are like plumes that smoke
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| In that they linger longer than the big flame
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| I’ve been known to do, I’ve been known to do
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| I’ve been known to do big things
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| Age 12 had 'Ready to Die' on repeat, no big change
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| I go, I go hard as fuck, good God I’m charging up
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| I’m up on Amazon like, «Fuck it all these targets suck»
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| I’m optimum with prime until he turns to garbage trucks
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| And dumps out, like kung-pow, no turn down, just turn up
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| I got a really really big heart, I got a really really big…
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| And when it comes to growling I don’t mess around
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| With my bites as bad as my bark
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| Motherfucker I’ve been dope from the start
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| I start dope from the bin
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| Got a team full of FPS shooters
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| So who you think is gon' win?
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| Motherfucker I…
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| Follow them breadcrumbs
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| We leave them to teach some
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| Each one will speak without preaching to be one
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| Keep your eyes open
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| Approach each new season
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| With hope that the ghosts from our past heed our reason
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| Monopolize, hypothesize, I got to ride, those people died
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| Peace inside, no mix supplies, no need to weep, it don’t feed the fire
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| Beast alive, no need to lie, just heed the fire, lead the fire
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| Y’all need the heat, y’all choose to weep
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| And y’all keep the peace in like a pizza piea
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| I mean preach the pious, reach survivors
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| Got a four-fifths slang that’ll eat papyrus
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| Gonna cop a chopper so big motherfuckers can’t reach me with the Zika virus
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| And this ain’t a game
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| Why be a God when you can be a king?
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| At least a king’s a real thing
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| Bout' to take some names and then fuck the whole game up
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| I venture to say that my soul is intact still
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| That’s not say that our future’s not fragile
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| I live in this place between lithium and natural
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| Don’t like the taste though
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| I won’t swallow that pill
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| I pop pills, pills I pop, pop two pills, on stilts I walk
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| Fuckboys outlined in chalk, can’t fuck with the Incredible Hulk
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| The incredible G.O.A.T, no time left, the indelible vote
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| Better make the choice and when you make the choice
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| You better leave us a credible hope
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| I got sixteens for like 4k, no divorces, no wonder age
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| Rippin' verses for a fickle purpose
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| Just get to work, do what the horse said
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| Top back, no horseplay, my forte, no poor taste
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| I stay in that one spot, keep cool in fourth place
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| Motherfucker! |