| I ain’t even gon' lie, 2019 I’m 'bout to be on my singin' shit
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| Like, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, mi
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| Fuck you, you, you, you, you, you, you
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| Take your bitch this year and shit
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| That’s gon' be the reason why
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| All of my peers is threatened by me
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| I can tell, I can see jealousy livin' in need
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| These niggas sick 'cause I won’t quit
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| They stuck in the sea, stuck in the wave
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| Stuck in the deep end of the spectrum
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| They drownin', they floaties ain’t working
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| Should’ve just stuck to the beats
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| Even though your body is a he, you really a she
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| Fans’ll say your rappin' is a A when it’s really a D
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| They get a B for brainwash, the sucky disease
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| Worst part of that is you believe, sneeze
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| I’m cold as 23 degrees below the only number startin' with a Z
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| That’s why they sleep, so I’ma crank the heat
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| So hot, the helium’s makin' it hard for them to breathe (Ahh)
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| I’m still independent, I run my own shit (Run my own shit)
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| I can’t say the same for niggas I’ve grown with (Grown with)
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| But keep it real, I’d rather split half of a mill'
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| Than keep the whole hunnid, so my deal with **** is comin'
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| I heard so-and-so say so-and-so's they only competition
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| I started laughin', you must be kiddin'
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| 'Cause if so-and-so drop another so-and-so
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| You and I know your conversation is good riddance
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| With good mittens, you couldn’t catch any ball I’m pitchin'
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| But this ain’t a game of bars, no
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| This is a game about who you with and who you know
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| And if you with them niggas at the top, then you could blow
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| So here I go
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| I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible
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| So right before I spray, I pray
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| That don’t nobody try me, high-key
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| Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away
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| I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
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| This the shit that make Carl Chery neck snap
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| This the shit that make Rob Markman pimp slap
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| Your favorite blogger who’s callin' himself an author
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| But never wrote shit about who I fathered, and that’s awful
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| I know how this goes, you niggas sleep 'til I make a heap
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| Then all of a sudden you on my meat, proceed to beat
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| But nigga guess what, I’ll never skeet
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| 'Cause I will never be turned on by a fuckin' leech, capeesh?
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| Logic and his manager tried to ruin my deal
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| I guess that’s what happens when you tell a nigga
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| Who spent his whole career proving that he’s black
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| That he ain’t black still
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| But when you taking food out my fridge, I ain’t gotta chill
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| And that for real, this ain’t a diss
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| He won’t respond, this ain’t a risk
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| This is me sayin' none of you bigger artists can cock-block shit
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| This industry is a bitch
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| I been patiently waitin' to blow
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| Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the IDK show
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| It’s the same as before with a lot better flow
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| And the melodies and the hooks that prolly take your ho, like
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| I gotta keep a chopper on the table in front of the Bible
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| So right before I spray, I pray
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| That don’t nobody try me, high-key
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| Make 'em grow wings and make 'em fly away
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| I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, I’m trigger happy
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| I wish a nigga would try me, gon' make me happy
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| Ayy, Eddie
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| Ayy, make sure you leave a little bit of, um, instrumental
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| So they can loop that shit and, and, a-a-and rap over it and shit
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| Matter fact, matter fact
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| I’ma just drop the instrumental with this song
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| That’s a good idea, I’ma drop the instrumental with this song
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| I’ma put it out with the instrumental, yeah |