| Now i got a new chick, said goodbye to premature
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| Had a fuckin' ego, now i’m askin' what I need it for
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| Tell someone to get a foldable chair
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| So I can sit and watch all these fuckin' phonies compare
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| Only to hear
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| That they think of me as low as they dare
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| Hoping to tear
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| What is possibly my only career
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| Show me the stairs
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| I can show you where i’m going from there
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| I got a date with destiny and that’s my only affair (tell ‘em)
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| Verse 2:
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| I’ve been seeing visions of my demons crawl and come to life
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| Dont get with no expression its just warfare till I suicide
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| Keep the gang relations, are you with it? |
| This is do or die
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| Ain’t fucking with the snakes or all the puppets who get utilised
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| Hiding in darkness, cross you off my list as you get fuckin burned
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| Treachery: the ninth circle, is the place that you deserve
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| Crumble you to ashes then I piss inside the fucking urn
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| You ain’t even feeling any pain till I bring the hurt
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| How many people telling me different things, I can’t take it
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| Sipping and reaching the edge, I be balancing with Satan
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| Hell of a life, live in a bottle, straight inebriated
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| I cannot be sober when surrounded by this fake shit
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| Born from the asylum, spit that mad vernacular
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| Calculate the amount I’ll make you bleed, that’s count Dracula
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| Trust a few homies, circle small, they gon back you up
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| You game too fucking weak, take these dices in, pack it up
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| Bridge:
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| Step right back, all the voices tryna twist my mind
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| I see the fear right behind your eyes, you tryna duck and hide
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| I’m coming like a drive-by with them hollow points they come alive
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| Perforate your mind with all the venom and get paralysed
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| Verse 3:
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| Yeah
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| Tell em boys that they need to relax (yeah)
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| Put the Nikes on to keep their ego in check (check)
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| Never feared god but they give Lorenzo the cheques (yeah)
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| Like the 6 God, reppin my city, ain’t no discussion (no discussion)
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| And I, seen the hieroglyphics yeah my path is different (different)
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| Got both hits and misses, ain’t afraid to risk it (nah nah nah)
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| Ayy, all on my own, and i’ll win again (yeah)
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| I don’t give a fuck, middle finger to the middle man
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| Yeah, fire burning no CM Punk
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| No Neo shit, but I be The One
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| Graveyard shift till I see the sun (ayy)
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| Kill the show then I go like hit and run (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Do the most for the road just to reap the funds
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| For the fam, put it on wax
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| Yeah I walk the talk, better put it on facts (on god)
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| Verse 4:
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| God on the street, he be walking with a piece
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| Tired of you sinners, start running while you bleed
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| Empty out a clip
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| On the city strip
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| Shared a coffee with a suicidal kid
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| I been running round with the day ones whatchu know about them real ones?
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| I got bred ones, traded off for some white snow
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| Bloody nose in the club with a spiked cup
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| Got a runny nose, need my fix up
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| I’m one with the beats
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| I’m one with with the streets
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| Say this prayer while you’re begging on your knees
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| «dear god
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| Forgive me for all of my sins, forgive me for all my vice
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| Take this blood you call life
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| End it all with just spite»
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| Outro:
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| I’m undefeated
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| The bridge is burned so go run beneath it
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| My lungs are breathin'
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| So i’m back to finish whats uncompleted
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| And homie if you could never be real with the way that you live then stay
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| conceited
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| I’m never lookin' back so i guess that makes us even
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| {Opus Renegade]:
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| I’m undefeated
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| The will and the whiskey is the secret
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| Called upon Ares and Hermes, borrowed the heat quick
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| Oh Jesus, the lion is crawling among the weakest
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| But I’m a beast of a different breed, check the genes bitch
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| I’m undefeated
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| Been about it since a fetus
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| Marciano with the record, always hit it wit precision
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| Don’t question me bout my decisions
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| The vision is clear in achievements
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| Division is different, i’m cruising
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| You hop on the current, you sea sick
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| I’m undefeated
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| So my boys they know me as the righteous
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| My nickname be something like the Midas
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| The venom I be spitting is pernicious
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| And God knows the viscous
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| I’mma purge you like the suckas in a crisis |