| Yep (Aww)
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| Yep (Mmm-aww)
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| Uh-huh
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| Yeah, nigga
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| Yeah, it's been a minute, but I'm back in it (Uh)
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| Y'all ain't dealing with the same boy (No)
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| Got a little trippy, then I transitioned (Yeah)
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| New attitude mixed with that pure raw (Aw)
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| The night game, your girl called
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| She like, "Do me, baby, down to get busy, busy?" |
| (Yes)
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| No dice, chill, whoadie (No)
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| In life, feeling dizzy
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| Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
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| See me in the day through the late night (Night)
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| Tell 'em it's the charm, I'm in freeze mode
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| To the gods, can't stop a hero when he in flight (Flight)
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| I'm swimming in the light right
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| Go and get you some, go and show 'em something, this a new thang
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| Yeah, I let my nuts hang (Yeah)
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| Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade (Yeah)
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| Aww, lift off
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| Can't stunt a nigga growth, better get gone, move along (Uh)
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| You don't wanna trip, wanna get it on (Uh)
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| You don't wanna act, don't get me wrong (Nah)
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| They don't listen to the words in the song (Uh-huh)
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| We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (Yeah)
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| See 'em fronting, we ain't kidding
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| If you want it, you can get it
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| Members of the rage, come and get you some
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| Next step's out the jet from the lean back
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| Running 'round the world and we ain't packed
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| Hit 'em, vroom, vroom, leave 'em stuck, oh, you seen that?
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| I'm chillin' where the team at
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| See a black Benz pull up with some jawns, yeah, I need that
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| So crazy, can't believe it
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| No cams, damn, no filming at all, real nigga facts (Come on)
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| Years ago, rehab
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| All good, helped me figure out another plan
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| It got bad, so bad
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| Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
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| Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
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| True story, take you through the dark and the light (Yeah)
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| Godson, got through new
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| Back up in the world, it's the day in the life (Cud)
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| Hit the blunt and get it (Dude)
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| Raised bars (Uh), same song, we did it (Yeah)
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| Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
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| Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (Come on)
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| And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
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| Tell them this the law and we weeded (Uh)
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| So if it's God you believe in (Yeah)
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| Bob your head and just nod in agreement (Yeah)
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| They say time's undefeated
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| I'ma be the first one who can beat it (Yeah)
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| I had hoop dreams, now I shoot threes (What?)
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| Got a lil' green (Yeah), but I don't do weed (Nope)
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| Purp nor lean (Nah), that's Tunechi (Yeah)
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| That's New Orleans (What?), fuck Drew Brees (Yeah)
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| Snoop D-O-double (Uh), that's two G's (Yup)
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| I probably spent on paper, ooh-wee
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| Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees (Yeah)
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| But the only ones I smoke are the loose leaf
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| Not high, but I'm your highness (What?)
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| And secretly, you're my dick (Hah)
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| But you haters are butthurt (Ow), bunch of sore hind-ends (Ow)
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| I was just a poor white kid (Yeah)
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| Now if rap was B-ball, I'd be Jordan-like, bitch (What?)
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| You wish you could score like this (Nah), yeah
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| Not even at half court, I'd miss (Nah)
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| I'm mouthwash, 'cause if I was on the floor, I'd swish (Fluoride, fluoride, swish)
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| But I cannot lie (Nah)
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| I got you in my top five
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| Worst rappers of all time (Hah)
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| I lost my spot, y'all got Alzheim' (Uh)
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| King of rap? |
| Nah, their words, not mine (Yeah)
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| King of swear words and not lying (Yeah)
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| You should never compare yours (Nope)
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| A toll-free number (Yeah), only way you'll ever have a hot line
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| Fuck's going on, man? |
| (Yeah)
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| Bunch of half-wits up in office (What?)
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| Half of us walking around like a zombie apocalypse
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| Other half are just pissed off and (Yeah)
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| Don't wanna wear a mask and they're just scoffing
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| And that's how you end up catching the shit off 'em
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| I just used the same basket as you shopping
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| Now I'm in a fuckin' casket from you coughin' (Damn)
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| Always stay ahead of haters, let 'em hate
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| But never let a traitor penetrate your circle
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| Separate yourself from those who try to pull you down
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| The real ones never stray, it's sort of like Medusa (Yeah)
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| That's how you stay ahead of snakes (Woo)
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| Emcees pull out gats, I don't give a fuck how strapped
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| You're gonna out-rap me? |
| I doubt that
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| Please, bitch, I'm a house rat
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| These raps are 'bout that cheese like mousetraps |
| Earthlings, I adapt to 'em
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| Certain things, I don't want to do, but have to in
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| Order to just act human
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| Like using a bathroom and vacuuming (Yeah)
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| Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
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| Bubble wrap and a mask too and
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| I don't think that's what they meant by trap music (Nah)
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| Running through ink like I'm tattooing (Yeah)
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| This is music to be murdered by, you love
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| Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
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| Bread is long like an Italian sub, I am drugs
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| That is probably why your opinion of me's high as fuck
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| And it's nonstop fury (Yeah)
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| 'Cause I ain't holding 'em up like an armed robbery (Nah)
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| And God's my jury, so when I die, I'm not worried (Nah)
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| Prayers to George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery (Yeah)
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| How the fuck is it that so many cops are dirty? |
| (Huh?)
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| Stop, man, please, officer, I'm sorry
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| But I can't breathe when I got you on top of me
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| Your goddamn knee's on my carotid artery (Fuck)
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| The adventures of Moon Man & Slim (Ah)
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| Yes, who want it with them?
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| The trilogy continues
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| Serving niggas, yes, see what's on the menu (Yeah)
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| Watch 'em panic, hot damnit (Let's get it, baby)
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| Hope you fuckers understand it
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| The realer for you niggas
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| Come and get these scriptures (Yeah)
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| Rap God (Uh)
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| Rager |