| Yeah, yeah
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| I said don’t talk shit
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| Fifty on my head, that’s kinda cheap, that’s barely opp shit
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| But I load the clip because you left me with no option
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| Funny how you’re runnin' out the backdoor when I walk in
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| I don’t gotta chase you 'cause that red dot got you locked in
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| Yeah, that’s the remedy
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| When you’re surrounded by so many enemies
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| So many clones, they’ve been plotting the end of me
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| Bitin' my vision, they hate on me openly
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| I’m sick of this shit, man, I’m the OG
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| Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger
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| Haunt your drams, make you retire
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| St your whole damn world on fire
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| I’m an artist, all y’all copycats, yeah, that’s sadly facts
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| Makin' moves that go beyond just rap, you’re stuck in the past
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| I’ve been in my motherfuckin' bag while you’re droppin' trash
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| So far up my ass, man, I should probably charge you fuckers rent
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| Acting crazy, load the clip then I shut 'em up, they’ll be dead to me
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| Yeah, I stick around, there’s no escaping, they won’t step to me
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| Swear I just surround myself with ones who really bled for me
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| Built a fuckin' empire off shit I started at seventeen |