| Went through a whole new fuckin' track, yuh
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| A whole new fuckin' track, yuh
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| Just, I don’t even care, I like how the first shit sounded
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| I like to break shit, it’s all makeshift
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| I like to break-, I like to break shit, I like to break shit
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| I like to break shit, it’s all makeshift
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| I never fucked with niggas, 'cause people basic
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| I been willin' out, prolly the cake mix
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| Prolly the white lines I snorted for the race, bitch
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| I’m going AWOL, I’m off the 8-ball
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| I’m off the Schiz, bitch, I feel like Akon
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| I want my face erased, I want a real escape
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| I want my name changed, At least my fucking face, ayy
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| Fuck it I’m manic, I shoot up the planet
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| A single bullet reign and fall on your parent
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| I’m sick of the rules and I’m sick of the study
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| I drew on my forehead «Get lucky and maybe you’ll win»
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| Feel like I win after I’m beating your brain I laugh slow with a grin
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| Psych places have satiated that I need help
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| Nigga put down a pen
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| Scratch on the walls like I’m fiending from drawls
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| While I rip out your neck I’ma beat up your mom
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| «How does he do it with only two arms?»
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| I have idols hand in both of my arms
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| Ain’t no bullets finna ever be drawn
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| I’m cutting green like machine on my lawn
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| To the face like my dick in your jaw
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| I rage and then skidded it on
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| I want the planet, I don’t think it’s hard to see
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| I want phantom crystal statues modeled after me
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| No-no-no
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| There ain’t no place you can go, no-no-oh
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| You think that it’s safe but here, no-no-no, woah
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| I feel complacent as hell and alone
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| Feel like a prince who has fell off a throne |