| Oh shit!
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| Fuck!
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| You fuckin' bitch!
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| I had killed a man
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| A man who looked like me
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| Whose mother and father looked like my mother and father
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| And nothing happened
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| The police didn’t come after me
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| No one did
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| I could’ve killed others if I wanted too afterwards
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| VVS five five sixes, hop out the VSS
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| Hit Julius with the .45 5 times and told him to keep the rest
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| Arm leg leg, arm head, dead
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| Then delete his chest
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| Leave him sleeping, like he was needin' rest
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| Get your kids touched like I’m Jelani Minaj
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| Skip town like a pilgrimage like it’s probably Hajj
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| David Blaine and similar to Cain how I bounce and be gone
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| If time is money, then I’mma count it in bonds
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| Until the minute hand, took your mini man and niggas' plans is to
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| Put the pound to the God
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| Everything I lost I found in Allah
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| Like a space I found and could crawl
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| If I face the ground I might but the titties would balance my fall
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| It took me a good hour and a blunt of sour just to prescribe you these bars
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| I was getting the gold out the bottom while you was watching the towers turn to
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| clouds and being astound by it all
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| Life path twenty-two, this the master teacher
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| How you gon' rap and be us when you was too scared to stand in class with your
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| notepad and speak up?
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| Shit amazes me, you niggas soft or, maybe it’s Mabeline
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| Maybe the squeeze, the beam a green light like Yoda’s saber beam
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| A24 with the shot, this my Snowpiercer
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| Hit below his vest, he shit on himself
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| Now his hoe kneeling
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| Caught up with the rest, cooked him like a chef, now his bro pleading
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| Burned the whip and then a nigga got low at the Four Seasons
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| Slice a eighty fiver like a motherfucking papaya
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| I don’t use loose-leafs I wrote this bitch down inside a papyrus
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| This shit some powder, and the sound of my silence sweet as Godiva
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| But I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t scribed to incite violence |