| My soul bleedin' from beatin' up demons beneath the surface
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| I’m the freak from the circus that’s eatin' from inkin' these verses
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| Keep the heat for the leeches and serpents, creepin' and lurkin'
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| Immediate urgent, in need of a surgeon, just to cease all the leakin' and
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| squirtin' the day that you meet me in person
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| Drinkin' this bourbon, vehicle swervin', avoiding the median
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| I can’t tell if you’re an MC or a comedian 'cause I keke every time they put
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| your CD in
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| Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc
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| Big Glock, wanna lick shots? |
| If not, kick rocks
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| I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop
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| Off a nigga dick, please
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| Nothing come between the green
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| Hit a lick, bitch, please
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| Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
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| Off a nigga dick, please
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| Nothing come between the green
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| Hit a lick, bitch, please
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| Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
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| Hey, your boy already know what the fuck goin' on, man
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| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Nigga in this bitch and the hood nigga bust down on
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| me, nigga
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| Ain’t no nigga finna run up on me
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| Aye, bro, why that car goin' so slow? |
| Oh, shit
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| Niggas got too many holes in their stories, these niggas see-through, uh
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| We don’t believe you, you need more people, equal to no mortal man
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| My sword in hand, was always ready when war began
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| Back when I used to rap in a Ford sedan
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| Back on the porch, packin' a torch, rappers is dorks
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| Never whip crack with a fork but claim they trap as a course
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| Come to the hood, they clap at your Porsche with lack of remorse
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| Bullet holes in your passenger doors
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| Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc
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| Big Glock, wanna lick shots? |
| If not, kick rocks
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| I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop
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| Off a nigga dick, please
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| Nothing come between the green
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| Hit a lick, bitch, please
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| Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
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| Off a nigga dick, please
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| Nothing come between the green
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| Hit a lick, bitch, please
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| Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese |