| Now guess how’s bizare and stract
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| Ready for war, it’s not a game but we came back to settle the storm
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| It’s not a hobby, tonight I’ma catch your body
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| How the best I don’t even know, damn like what’s the funny?
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| You catch… harldy, howevere the wordl is spinning
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| Each verse disperse insome of the worst
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| …some of the worst spining and take it back to that New York nightees
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| Gold and forever be a rap
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| Ever was full of trap cocaine, this air make sme wanna blow my brain
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| Like co-codaine, I’m rolling with great thangs
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| Not that kind that ball
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| This chicks can have the money, never have my heart
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| Now fuck can give my groove on, smack it on her ass
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| Til I turn the bottles red like lupatan and keep it moving on
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| To the next one
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| Then the next one cuz we the best aah
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| You know why…
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| Saw in night, now watch you… and that moon from tonight
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| I’m here and flick damages and all these images
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| And think they wanna a piece of me like managers
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| Gte the gold pages and advatages
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| Cuz anybody know is easy top get eat like sandwich-s
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| All I need ia a DJ and some could cuts
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| And for kicks I make the hits that make crowd go nuts
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| Fisrt I speed it and anybody know I share it
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| But won’t admmite so I bounce like old strach
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| Let me breake it down for ya’ll like machinery
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| Emc seems to be the best song for me
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| All bust, for bust on the tour bus
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| And that’s the good look like cinery
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| That I face on post cards most square
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| Look at us, point it us and say ooh God
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| You know why (…)
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| I’m from the middle West this lane til I hold the whole story
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| I heat that niggas be living after their own glory
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| When ya’ll get hot JOK probbaly still alive
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| That what they can with this niggas try to kill my vibe
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| My last album I was piss now I pissed off
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| Like on the top on your drink …
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| You’ve been miss me with your overwated, I will show
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| I rather watch paint drop or dead flower gorw
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| And since let’s get a bungy hit…
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| .i know you nigga swear to die
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| And it’s late to run now, it’s no where to hide
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| And I twing betterand my shit ain’t even very fine
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| Striggeling yeah respect what you need to pay
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| But right ahead if you got some shit you think you need to say
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| But if not shut the heel up, believe the day
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| And let the Emc boys probably lead the way |