| I got this feeling in my gut, can’t describe that shit
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| I’m a, black nails like a bitch
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| All you fuckers a mockery, duplicating my artery
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| From the skin to the bones, I stick 'em up like a robbery
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| Now they call me a slut, fuck it, guess I’m a bitch
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| Now my the same, rich
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| riches, I’m raisin' hell to these bitches
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| Nobody do it like me,
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| Now everybody me
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| my head like a menace
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| Who would’ve thought I was
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| Bitch, I been busy
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| You preachin', you fuckin'
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| I been hatin' myself, so every is a problem
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| And so I’m makin' a song, you fuckin' niggas is out of it
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| 'Cause you ridin' the ferry and when it stop, you be panickin'
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| You expected the currency, then you niggas is vanishin'
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| You ain’t loyal or nothin', cherish it
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| And I’m sick of these niggas, I be the prince when I banish it
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| All you die, aye, aye
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| When you cry, aye, aye
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| Hate your life, aye, aye
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| Then you die, aye, aye
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| Are you living in the century,
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| You’re pathetic and
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| Ah, nevermind, nevermind, fuck it |