| Free Xela
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| Yah
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| D.C. sniper, shoot through the peephole
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| Smoking that Mexico pack with my 'migos
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| Trap sophisticated, it got a keycode
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| Enter the Matrix, I jack in and reload
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| Drugs got me buzzed, beyond infinity
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| Blackout with my bitch, Neo and Trinity
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| You sendin' shots, my nigga, you kiddin' me
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| Promise to God that they are not hittin' me
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| Bad bitch, she look like Topanga
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| We 'bout to turn the tour bus to the Bang Bus
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| I might nut on that bitch just to fuck up her makeup
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| Wiping my eyes with the racks when I wake up
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| Walk into Bardens, I’m spending yo' pay stub
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| Look like you starvin', lil' boy, get yo' cake up
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| But they alter egos on this beat, they that fake, huh?
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| Keep stuttering, stuttering, he don’t want no static
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| Rocket power straps, they automatic
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| Aiming at yo' Doug Dimmadome with the ratchet
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| Timmy turn on yo' block and you disappear like magic
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| Phone the lieutenant, I’m causing havoc
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| Yo' bitch gon' bounce on my dick like a rabbit
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| No fuckin' spoon, she gon' eat like a savage
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| She say I’m cleaner than soap, MacTavish
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| Huh, flashbang, bustin' through yo' door, that’s the flashbang
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| You a pussy nigga riding in a fast lane
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| What the fuck you call that? |
| That’s a rat race
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| How you snitchin' on yo mans? |
| Man, I can’t relate
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| What’s a AR-15 to a China Lake?
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| I am not of this Earth, I’m from outer space
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| Smokin' interstellar gas, Matt McConaughey
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| Everything I do live, Letterman
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| That lil' bitch wanna fuck, I’ma schedule it
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| 2020, I’m running for president
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| I’m more real than these niggas have ever been
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| My new whip got a digital dash
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| They call me since you not first then you last
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| L.A. confidential, smokin' that gas
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| College dropout, I make more than your dad
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| Now you mad
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| My boy up in jail, yeah, he lock, lock
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| 30 rounds in that clip, that’s a Glock, Glock
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| She go dumb on that dick, she a thot, thot
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| I drop down, hit his leg, that’s a drop-shot
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| FBI on my ass, that a cop, cop
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| I’ma slide out the back if they knock, knock
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| Feelin' like '05 way, got the block hot
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| You hit her phone, she reply with a dot dot, stop
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| D.C. sniper, shoot through the peephole
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| Smoking that Mexico gas with my 'migos
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| Trap sophisticated, it got a keycode
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| I enter the Matrix, I jack in and reload
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| Drugs got me buzzed, beyond infinity
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| Blackout with my bitch, Neo and Trinity
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| You sendin' shots, my nigga, you kiddin' me
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| My nigga, you wylin', that shit is not hittin' me
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| Everything I do live, Letterman
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| That lil' bitch wanna fuck, I’ma schedule it
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| 2020, I’m running for president
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| I’m more real than these niggas have ever been
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| In the field, we not goin' out sad
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| Reload the clip and let off on yo' ass
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| They call me since you not first then you last
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| L.A. confidential, smokin' that gas
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| That’s facts |