| It’s a fine line between love and hate, I mean a thin line
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| And all I ever read is hate on my timeline
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| It seems like the whole world going out they damn mind
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| It made a monster outta me I feel like Frankenstein
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| The monster maker, undertaker, not a faker
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| Shake the planet up when I raise my cannon up or stand and bust
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| This wicket shit I spit I kick it ridiculous
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| Merciless, meticulous, vocab is articulate
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| My killer instinct got me strapped with a sicker sense
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| I’m not an alcoholic, I drink but got a lick of sense
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| Monsters all over the world protect the innocent
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| America always eats it’s young whether you poor or rich
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| And you knowing it
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| It’s like weed ain’t shit since everybody growing it
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| Hip hop is dying, nobody buying, everybody got hustle and flow with it
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| Everybody wanna do it for fame
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| Everybody wanna make em a name doe
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| Everybody want you to listen to em but everybody rhyming ain’t got no game doe
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| Detroit nigga like Django
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| I’m Cool J without the kango
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| I got the fire inside, I’m sitting on top of the eye, call me triangle
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| I got a case of the Pharos sins
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| My nickname Errol Flynn
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| I’ll steal yo girlfriend whippin shitties in my car like world winds
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| No, no, no!
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| That’s what I say to a hoe
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| If you tryna get my dough, gots to get down on the floor
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| Had to get it out the mud, yeah I write my rhymes in blood
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| Don’t start none, won’t be none, if you want it I’ll fuck you up
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| Yeah, I heard that you don’t like me cause I kick it with your wifey
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| I smoke weed, proceed get hyphy
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| I just do it too like Nike
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| And I know these rappers bite me cause I know they can’t outwrite me
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| I just tell them back up off me and stay off my dick politely
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| Use to shop at Fred Spiegel with them strippers do that Kegel
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| Pussy poppin on a pole, get down low and spread that eagle
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| Girl I know you get excited, private party you invited
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| Got a ticket you can ride it, it don’t matter just don’t bite it |