| Facts of life, I’ll attack it when you’re after life
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| I’m not Tutti, I’ll bring the ugliness to beauty
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| Champagne and a groupie in a warm Jacuzzi
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| A little moody, I spit it like a horror movie
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| Matter fact it’s like I spit a higher dose of roofie
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| Hack a loogie, I’m Spock smoking on a loosie
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| P, when I speak you see blood in the streets
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| It’s like, it’s like a wolf when he hunting to eat
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| It’s like, it’s like I just keep stabbing the beat
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| It’s like, I put the sneak inside Jesus Christ’s feet
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| I’m the champ undefeated, I know it but I can’t repeat it
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| It’s a street thing, most of y’all don’t understand that
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| It’s that grown man, four hundred off of gram wraps
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| Scratch the surface, my verses put your bottle service
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| I know I murk this, I’m merciless, Lord have mercy
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| I’m still about it like I’m Master Percy
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| I’m James Worthy
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| Channel the ninth god when it’s animal time
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| Animators please forgive me, I fought with a grizzly
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| Staying on my grizzly, the Hulk can build Bixby
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| The scene with Cooper Clinton yell Ricky
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| It feels like the Devil tried to kiss me
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| I’m boss like mosquito bite, itchy
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| My finger itchy, turn up the glass with me
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| I celebrate, every memorable medal
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| Homie I’m heavyweight
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| I’m like a Benz with the Chevy face, workaholic
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| Tell my history if they’re the horror, speak gorgeous
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| Fucking gorgeous bitches
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| I don’t rhyme, it feel like I share a sickness
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| You see words, I see pictures
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| Spit in a hearse
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| Matter fact I see my flow has these extra rivers
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| And people wonder why I never have respect for niggers
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| I am a man, a monster, a face of stitches
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| Giving these rap niggas independence
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| Illa |