| They always forget you until they remember they need some
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| I got that crack, that’s that shit that make all of these fiends run
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| Take a dab with your finger, I guarantee it make your teeth numb
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| But just a reminder that you didn’t climb the four favors cause you never need
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| one
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| Every nigga trying to one-up Jazz, I ain’t never tripping
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| I learn from my mistakes, being dolo on vogue, I ain’t never slipping
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| I heard you got a tape coming out, that’s cute, I would never listen
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| A bunch of internet stars can’t see, they eyes glued to the television
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| Live and direct, live and direct
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| Fuck is this shit? |
| Knife at your neck
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| Please do not move, please do not move
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| I’m on the track, fuck you expect?
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| Silent assassin
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| My demons too violent to manage
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| I’m driving no license on Rory and Ivan, I guess I’m too crazy to manage (who
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| the fuck are you?)
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| I am Lafleur, compare me to what
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| I came to reign, tear niggas up
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| I’m at the edge of the building, I swear I been losing my mind
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| Dare me to jump, dare me to jump, dare me to jump
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| Y’all must have thought I was scared of you punks
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| Tie up his body, meet in the lobby
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| Watch how you niggas get scared in a drought
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| Fuck around and see a catfish kidnap
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| Niggas lookin' all scared like I did that
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| I’m lookin' back like «yeah boy, I did that»
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| You keep talkin' and its finna be a mismatch
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| (don't do that Cuzzi, relax)
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| Enter my world, pardon my mess
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| Blow all around, scars on my chest
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| Money and music insistin' my debt
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| And if you see them boys, you resist the arrest
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| Bring the rice out, take my knife out
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| Get my clap on, and then it’s lights out
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| (I'm gonna fucking jump, I wanna fucking jump, I swear to God. Nah,
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| get it together, get it together. |
| You can’t fuck this up, you can’t fuck this
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| up. |
| Rarrr!)
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| I told niggas I pop and they bench slept
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| I can never be six God, I am the sixth sense
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| Bearin' more weight than a nigga can bench press
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| I planted my seeds, now all y’all been stressed
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| If life’s a bitch, than I finger fuck it
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| You niggas want it with Cuzzi, man I can press the button
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| I’m the prince of the city, I know the pressures comin'
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| And there can only be one, and I’m next to nothin'
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| Shit, how did we come to this?
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| The same kid who partied on Queen, is now runnin' shit
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| I’m finna shut shit down, like y’all Guvernment
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| And if you dappin' me nigga, wear oven mitts
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| Shit, no more funny business
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| Your opinion is litter, I’m not fuckin' with it
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| Y’all hittin' up Lantz, you not fuckin' with him
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| You hear this beat my nigga? |
| You not fuckin' with him
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| Don’t play us out, that’s my brother, and he raised himself
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| His momma went as a kid
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| Put himself in his basement until he mastered his shit
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| Nobody handed him nothing, he never asked them for shit
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| He ain’t ever left the city, never been on a plane
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| But the moment that this drop, a lot of that shit gon' change
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| I’d be lyin' if I said that «our shit don’t stink»
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| Play this shit up at my funeral, that shit gon' bang
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| I got two lil brothers, and a sister that I barely see
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| Thinkin': if I die, I’mma leave em' with my legacy
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| My step dad is ten times the man I’ll ever be
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| I put him through some shit, that I probably shouldn’t dare repeat
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| Whoever wanted me dead, failed terribly
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| This paranoia shit’s no joke, I need therapy
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| You niggas easy to come by, I’m a rarity
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| I’m on my Jay Z shit, moment of clarity
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| Told the world that they can’t stop me
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| Watch how I do it, but understand they can’t top me (nah nigga)
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| Watch me get cocky, I’m next at bat, hit it home like Big Papi
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| A man of many suits, I only bare the truth
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| I’m the General nigga, and I got many troops
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| And when I walk in the building, you know they all salute
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| (yeah, shit)
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| People all spreading rumours instead of spreading love
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| They not around when you down
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| Now I’m the kid with the crown
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| Now I’m the talk of the town
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| Yeah, I’m in a sick dream
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| I don’t know what this shit means
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| But by the end of 2016
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| Niggas gotta pay 20 if they need a 16 |