| Ain’t no game, I’m taking all you have
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| And you’re gonna pay for it
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| I don’t know if I can stop myself
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| And you’re gonna pay for it
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| Oh, you’ll never learn
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| I touch fire, little burn
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| This ain’t no game, I’m taking all you have
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| And you’re gonna pay for it
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| It’s a heavy load, I stroll on a bumpy road
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| No jacket when I was cold, becoming one with my soul
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| Stand toe to toe with my foes, these wolves in sheep clothes
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| No weapon on me shall prosper, nigga, you better watch it
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| You playin' with fire, burning you slow, hold up
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| I hear the whispers wishin', it’s all cheap voodoo
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| I keep it cool to keep from going coo-coo
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| With a cal, aiming at fake smiles and turn them upside down
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| Came too far for my feet to fail me
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| Lord, if I’m wrong you can help me now, hold up
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| Wait a minute, what am I sayin'?
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| The Devil he busy, tryna get me everyday in every way
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| I won’t let up, I won’t shut up
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| You can’t stop me, you won’t knock me, ten-four now copy
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| Live almighty, my declaration been written
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| In hieroglyphics on top of the highest mountain, now listen
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| I tell 'em all to hail King Kendrick, resurrecting my vengeance
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| Been dissecting your motormouth until I break down the engine
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| This ain’t no warning shot, this a relevant henchman
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| See my opponent then, cease your existence
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| Endin' our friendship, baby I’d rather die alone
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| Your diaphragm is dietary, what you eatin' on?
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| Capture your audience with these words, boy
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| The holy Chapel, the tabernacle
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| The book of Matthew and Jesus starin' at you, take your turn, boy
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| See it’s going to take a whole lotta ya’ll to kill me
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| See it’s going to take a whole tribe of ya’ll to kill me
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| I never die
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| My pedigree apparently only to idolize
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| Ahead of me is only my future and idle time
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| Longevity, I gotta get used to making you mine
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| You tellin' me I only get used to livin' if fine
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| You can never live in my shoes, permanently paid from God
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| When the sun goes down, I scream loud: «I'll sleep when I die»
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| But I will never die, my legacy is alive
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| I die to get it off my chest, push words just like weight
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| I got to eat, 'till it shows on my face
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| Tragedy turn to triumph, I’m tryin' just to relate
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| Jumpin' off of them towers, I’m takin' that leap of faith
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| Playin' at high stakes
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| Now when I speak, they pupils, they’ll dilate
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| Through speakers’ll vibrate
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| Know you feelin' the vibe, that vine couldn’t relate
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| This next clip is long, a son of a gun, big numbers
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| Do the math, now cover the sum
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| I come from the slums, we come for the funds
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| Like runnin under the sun where niggas livin' they life blunted
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| Countin' the ones, but truthfully nothin' like hundreds
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| Keep it 100
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| Roadblock in-front of me, look I’m runnin' through it
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| Stick and move it, sippin' that Hennessy, this my gutter fluid
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| Nothin' to it
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| What we lost we gone make it back
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| Like it wasn’t missin', now listen, you bout to pay for that |