| Iso
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| Strange
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| Nigga told me life too short to be at war with yourself all the time
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| Uh, in living color, I don’t wanna die
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| Told Jesus I don’t wanna drive
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| Had to whip and went from slave to master
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| Then I cut a slice of the humble pie
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| Iso they tried to undermine
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| Now they names come under mine
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| Now I’m winning, check the fucking score
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| You just underscore like an underline
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| I pull up in a tank like filling up the ride
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| You be busting but blanks man, but the other guys
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| I mark a nigga like Wahlberg
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| And spit with the Mossberg
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| The Will like Ferrell for acting funny guys
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| Like Kanye I waited to get my money right
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| Anywhere you could run and hide
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| Make a cake with no Duncan Hines
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| When I was a po' pimp, shame, run or ride
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| Now it’s do or die, suicide? |
| Yeah, fucking right
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| Bitches jacking on me, they want me to fuck tonight
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| Because a nigga flexing on them like look at the muscle size
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| I muzzle bitches like a puppy bite
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| 'Cause back then they didn’t wanna give a buddy love
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| Professor Klump was right
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| I be rolling like Eddie how fucking right
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| Petty niggas wanna fight, I got 'em in my feet, that shit funny right?
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| I’ma egg 'em more 'cause I’m up niggas, sunnyside
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| Pac said to go to war, 'less you got your money right
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| So I declare war and I ain’t seen a thumb in sight
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| Unless it’s Facebook when I get a bunch of likes
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| Life’s a game of cutthroat, play your cards right
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| Choke and let Trump decide
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| Now I’m mobbing, chilling in attire
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| Nightclub’s Jimmy John’s number nine
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| On ten, thanks to number nine
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| And I’m throwing up them dubs up now 'cause I won a war, yeah
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| Bitch I got my funds right, now I won a war (yeah)
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| Gripping on my guns tight, now I won a war (yeah)
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| Niggas better jump right 'fore I declare war
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| Fuck it, I declare war, I declare war, I declare war, I declare war
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| Bitch I got my funds right, I declare war
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| Gripping on my guns tight, I declare war
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| Uh, I seen Birds in the Trap like Travis
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| And got away scot-free, ask Travis O’Guin
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| Now I’m with the Snake and Bat, bitch
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| Practice a dope flow and make it backflip
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| I’m like Dominique Dawes off acid
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| Eating mothballs after all y’all Aspirin
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| Eating catfish, smoking all y’all catnip
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| Taking catnaps while I raw dog fat chicks
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| Yeah, I’m that sick
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| I go to war with the Devil and walk in Hell with a can of gas and the match lit
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| My drip godly, can’t match this
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| Nobody fucking with me, I be doing numbers like a math whiz
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| My bad, I’m high as Wiz
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| These other niggas dime bags I’ve sold, get it? |
| Past tense
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| I’m as relevant as an elephant in the room you in there dressing in,
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| tell it take a fast shit (On Who?)
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| On everybody in this rap shit
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| Or anybody in the war that hope I fail like my ass trip
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| My last album was a bad trip
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| I’m Brad Pitt, lost a bad bitch, and need rehab quick
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| I want war, I’m a maverick
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| I admit that I got my ass kicked but I’m back bitch
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| 'Cause in general I’m marvelous with the wizardry
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| The cunning enemy, get it Dorothy? |
| I captain
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| I got fed when I tapped in
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| And all these other motherfuckers hang it up like they tapped in
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| Do me a favor like your back split
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| Try to stop my wave like on the track ends
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| And I’ma get to busting with the Gatling
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| I’m at war with these haters and they actions
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| I’m at war but the funny little fact is
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| I’m at war with myself nigga, that’s it
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| And I’m throwing up them dubs up now 'cause I won a war, yeah
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| Bitch I got my funds right, now I won a war (yeah)
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| Gripping on my guns tight, now I won a war (yeah)
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| Niggas better jump right 'fore I declare war
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| Fuck it, I declare war, I declare war, I declare war, I declare war
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| Bitch I got my funds right, I declare war
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| Gripping on my guns tight, I declare war
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| A wise man once said
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| If you wish for peace, be ready for war
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| Strange Music |