| Fuck
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| I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
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| I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me
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| Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
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| Why you think they call me the Gunner?
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| I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me
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| Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill
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| Grew up scrappin' and I still will
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| We can take it back to 2012
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| I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill
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| Take it back to Cleveland, when they gave Chase 17 years, no plea deal
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| 2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby
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| I bet they can feel the feet still
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| Point out my enemies soon as they mention me
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| Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery
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| Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually
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| I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically
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| For everything that I went through mentally
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| When it felt like everybody in the world was against me
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| When all the critics and every article tried to offend me
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| My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary
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| We ain't playin', it's deeper than the fame
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| People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name
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| Two chopsticks, no lo mein
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| Hollow tips, got no name
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| Bust them shits with no aim
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| Like it's Bird Box
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| But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face
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| The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody
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| I got off on floor 13, no in between
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| I roll my weed with fronto leaf
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| I chop my coke on hotel keys
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| I chopped his face like Constantine
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| Constantly get déjà vu
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| I see me when I look at you
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| I never die, I multiply
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| So don't cry at my funeral
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| I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
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| I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me
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| Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
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| Why you think they call me the Gunner?
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| I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me
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| What would this generation of hip-hop be
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| Without me here to piss y'all off?
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| I see the blogs, I read the comments
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| I'm confused, I need to pause
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| Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off
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| While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf
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| I sold 40 million records, I ain't even 30
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| Give me 20 seconds, I'll list 10 movies that I've been in
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| One legend that tried to fuck with me and then got the venom
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| One publication that said that I would never be in it
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| One agent that told me without her, my career is finished
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| And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum
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| Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em
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| We ain't suckin' no dick in the 216
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| Brought O's to the land like Beckham
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| On the 13th floor with a weapon
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| I heard that they coming, yeah, let 'em in
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| I got somethin' for 'em, yeah, please forgive my sins
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| Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah, I can't wash this shit
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| Wake up, say, "Good morning," yeah, like I forgot
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| Got off on floor 13, no in between
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| I roll my weed with fronto leaf
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| I chop my coke on hotel keys
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| I chopped his face like Constantine
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| Constantly get déjà vu
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| I see me when I look at you
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| I never die, I multiply
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| So don't cry at my funeral
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| Hotel Diablo |