| «If you don’t wake up tomorrow, if it turns out that
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| Today is your last day on Earth
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| Would you be proud of what you’ve done in this life?»
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| (Yah, Hayelo)
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| «Cause if you ain’t,»
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| (Coolin' with the LOWF, yuh)
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| «You better start gettin' square.»
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| This remind me of Michael Myers
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| The mike and knife
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| You never been a killa
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| But I will find ya and end ya shit
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| Steppin' militant with the team
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| We was never innocent
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| I just fake it right in front ya face
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| I’m Kylie Jenner lips
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| Yeah, Grams
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| I knew some trap niggas went to the school and had honors
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| It’s not the first time the rock saved the nigga from drama
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| No Uzi, bougie, floozies tryna get paid for they mamas
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| And a black nigga in the house for the chains like Osama
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| Check
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| My mind katana try some karma killin'
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| Every turn I make the blicky stayin' armed, reach like Baraka
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| Bootin' up for Mortal Kombat
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| , smack the boogies out ya cousin nose
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| I been had division
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| Goldeneye, you think it’s double-o
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| Look around the game
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| I’m seein' clowns
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| I think they Juggalos
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| Armageddon comin' and we fuck without the rubber on
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| This shit dig deeper than Stanley holdin' a shovel, fool
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| But I’m closer to jokers than Harley Quinn
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| Sober til the partyin'
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| Purple suit you but the green hair can twist the mind of men
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| Niggas gotta hustle
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| Carbon rock like a monument
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| Anonymous
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| Bullet shootin' through rhymin'
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| How anonymous
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| Adonis’s children
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| I never minded that they tryna diss
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| Stronger than a shaman
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| Spittin' dust until my jaw split like the .50 hit
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| I rhyme with styles of many pens
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| Yeah, endin' Kelly imminent
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| I need a condominium
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| To get my mama
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| Niggas actors, don’t believe in the drama
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| You could pause us but we keep movin' just like a comma
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| Boy, I came from the sand field just like I’m Gaara
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| Peelin' at all of ya efforts
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| Pointless, left 'em jointless
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| Like a nigga swept the roaches
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| I see force so much you would think that I always kept explosives
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| Left what’s closest for me for a better life
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| Cheaper than a deadly price
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| Platinum diamonds need the ice
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| Baby, that’s Vanilla Ice
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| Heavy slice of flesh is dice
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| It missed and turned to miss me
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| But really metaphoric for whoever turned against me
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| I’m simply a menace
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| Ain’t no villain that can stop you
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| Y’all be thinkin that rappers is God
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| Prayin' like «What would Pac do?»
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| Let me stop you
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| Turn you upside-down and mop you
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| Send some Indian goons
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| Bet they eat you like falafel
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| I’m jokin'
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| You know I keep the deuces up
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| Peaceful but I can take the smoke like a loosie does
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| Stay distracted by a little hoochie wearin' coochie cutters
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| Stay attackin' noobies like I’m hazin' cause the frat is too exclusive, bruh
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| Lucid loops of Lucifer
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| Groupin' up in my mental
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| Callin', thinkin 'bout seducin' drug addicts
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| Puttin' the fentanyl in it
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| A double-edged sword
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| Regardless, man, I’m fencin' y’all with it
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| What’s good without me puttin' y’all in it
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| The bezel keepin' me focused
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| Niggas is sick if they thought I’d even at a giant
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| I’m tyin Grendel, I’m ready to set the kin to love
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| The hands of Von Wilda ain’t even the half of what’s gon' hit ya
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| Soul flow, is bound to slit my throat to pieces
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| Need a Rolly where it’s loaded up the most
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| These niggas don’t want me on a feature
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| Go ballistic, only missiles
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| I can’t even stop
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| Servin' like ready, you down to rock
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| And I’m takin' crowns off the top
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| Y’allknowwhatImean
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| You feel me
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| LOWFi, bitch
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| (Rockin' with the LOWF, nigga, no brand)
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| Yah
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| Killin' you bitch-ass niggas all year, you feel me
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| Killin' all you muhfuckin' dirty-ass niggas all year, you feel me
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| Fuck you talkin' bout
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| Bitch
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| (Low, low, LOWFi) |