| Wasn’t used to taking orders if I ruled, my apologies
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| I never been a follower, I’m addicted to the power
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| So I studied the remains of the game, I’m an archaeologist
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| More money, more problems
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| That’s a tough pill to swallow if you ain’t about that shit that you be talkin
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| Three holes in his head, bowling balled him
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| Who’s brawling now
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| You calling God but shit means so he gotta hear one of us
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| I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you want to
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| Cool Cat backing that cone up, ooh, I got a boner
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| Please show me my opponent
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| You and your homie, he with you, that’s a bonus
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| 1−1, 2 shots, that’s a bonus
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| Never had squad, tried keeping up with the Joneses
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| Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior
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| Nigga I was hungry 'fore the a I was homeless
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| I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment
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| Atonement in my tone
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| On the ship is the only shit that I’ve been voyaging
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| Voices in my head and then I go record it
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| I’ve been ordered by the lord
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| Kill the beat, leave the dead horse
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| I’ll swordsman, sportsman shit
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| That’s horseshit, copious corpses
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| Outsourcing for resources
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| You got a gun, we got assortments
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| They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces
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| And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Aw shit, uh
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| Aw fuck man
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| Niggas, uh, yeah
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| Fuck a
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| Let the machine, uh (Yeah)
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| Yeah, let the machine
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| Let that machine
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| Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator
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| Don C alligator
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| A lot of rappers they just imaginative, exaggerators
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| Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator
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| Weigh it and stash it bro, I’m coming back to bag it later
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| That bitch bad, I’mma bag her then go stab her later
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| Got the pussy free, I didn’t have to pay her
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| Got the bags so trust me if I come to that I have the paper
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| But I’m just that nigga, I ain’t have to get her drunk or incapacitate her
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| Yeah, I’m MVP form like Shaq for Lakers
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| Ain’t no silverware in the trap, fuck it grab the hanger
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| Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state
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| That’s a fact, check the stats and data
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| I was deep in the trenches
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| Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches
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| Now bitches see me in this Benz and it’s peakin' their interest
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| Dawg caught a body L-I-F-E was the sentence
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| He gave his life to God, seeking repentance
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| Yeah |