| Who dare disturb me in my sleep
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| You know my Z’s offer more than all the A-B-C's
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| And things I make you see might
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| Preoccupy your dreams right
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| Haven’t made a peep since like Green Light
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| And y’all afraid I might see light
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| And put my hands up like I’m praying for a god to smite
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| I just need to write you
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| So siphon you this mic so all my haters
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| Fuck off, eat shit, die, and subscribe to TIDAL
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| The life of dogma rap
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| Gone from these gods and cats
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| I’m raining on you hoes like I’m sitting behind your harness strap
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| Son
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| Might just black out the map
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| I write shit that could write the next almanac
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| Back to back
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| Who the best
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| You da man
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| You can rap
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| You not black
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| Who is that
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| Who this man
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| What is that
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| What he do
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| And gimme that
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| You can find him in the cut with a Jimmy hat
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| Been a while since you heard from the Wayneiac
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| Haven’t done an interview in like, two years
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| Haven’t left home in like, two years
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| Haven’t had a drink in like two years
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| Wonka with the gates
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| Didn’t give a fuck for like two years
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| Follow the prints
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| You know I’m 'bout to be king in like two years
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| Wonka with the gates
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| Imma show you what I want to
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| Yeah, a handful can come through
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| And you know the ticket ain’t golden, boy
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| Wonka with the gates
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| Imma show you what you made of
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| 'Till my competition laid up
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| And I’ll be the last one standing here
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| Wonka with the gates
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| Imma show you what i want to
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| Yeah, a handful can come through
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| And you know the ticket ain’t golden, boy
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| Wonka with the gates
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| Imma show you what you made of
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| 'Till my competition laid up
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| And I’ll be the last one standing here
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| No, I’m not on Stones Throw
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| Thought you’d know that by now
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| 'Bout to build my compound
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| Thought you’d know that by now
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| I make all my beats
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| I thought you’d know that by now
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| I’m one of the best rappers
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| Don’t you know that by now?
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| Authors is the label
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| Thought you’d know that by now
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| They gon' paint me as its savior
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| Thought you’d know that by now
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| I’m smarter than your average
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| Thought you’d know that by now
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| I’m not afraid of you motherfuckers
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| Don’t you know that by now?
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| Don’t you know that by now?
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| Don’t you know that by now?
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| I’m not afraid of you motherf…
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| Don’t you know that by now
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| No playing me for a sucker, boy
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| Bringing the motherfucking ruckus, boy
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| Peep all the things that I been doing in the dark
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| With Daddy Kev and Mr. Sakanoi
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| Put me on the spot
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| I’ll fuck it up, kill it, bury it
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| With all these Wonka bars
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| Had a will, tore it up
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| But not before I signed it with all these battle scars
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| 'Bout to come up through the ground
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| Willy Wonka with the gate
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| Open for a few
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| And if you with me then step inside and see what the hell I been working on,
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