| 'Sup
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| 'Sup
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| I got my hands on my face like Macaulay Culkin
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| Gave her the cig, but I left her smoking
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| And it’s the same dude
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| Black pants, brown boots, chest open
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| I traveled down the road and back again, my girl’s golden (Ooh)
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| Black man, white fam, I feel like Jason Jordan (Hoo)
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| I play my albums front to back, it make me feel important (Right)
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| Apply compression when I spit so it don’t get distorted
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| Piper Chap, with the strap
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| Fuck the talk, get the warden (Fuck outta here)
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| I think I’m Rick and Morty
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| In the lab I take precaution
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| Snipe 'em out, burn the body (Brrat)
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| Stash the Glock, buy the coffin (Nasty)
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| Just for me
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| Yo style is my custody
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| Man, I should charge a shipping fee
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| These rappers don’t mean shit to me (Shit to me, bruh)
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| Two guns (Nothin'), Mulder and Scully, I’m solving mysteries (Damn, Peggy)
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| Feminist, pistol whip your w**e first, that’s chivalry (Uh)
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| Sounding like my minimes
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| But you ain’t got the heart to do these evil deeds
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| Debra pack
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| Turn Stone Cold into Simple Steve
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| Where it at
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| Slap a nigga up
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| Then I get the cream
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| Five buck, six cookies (Woo)
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| Sounding like a deal to me
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| Yo shit don’t appeal to me (Yeah)
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| My fans going heel for me
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| Gots to keep it real for me
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| Shouldn’t even be on no bills with me
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| These punk niggas be killing me (Yeah)
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| That wack shit ain’t trill to me (Yah)
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| Fuck y’all niggas, I take the heat
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| Don shit, nigga |