| Let’s continue the saga
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| Mad drama
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| This is pure Afghan war and terror dope
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| People watch me like staring through a periscope
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| I didn’t end up handcuffed
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| Three more years, throw the L.A. hands up
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| Fuck man, you startled us
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| Shit, how the fuck did he come back like Spartacus
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| Love my fans that are like he’s a part of us
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| Bax War fam saying «Fuck man, you started us»
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| People’s nose in my business like Snoopy
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| Like «how old’s the chick that he fucked?» |
| it’s a groupie
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| The reaching. |
| It got me skeptical as shit
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| Playboy, I’m the new Hugh Hefner in this bitch
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| I’m a hustler
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| Full of poison like I’m packing smoke
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| Kids are fake. |
| Not really animals, they’re jackalopes
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| Mad drama
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| Let’s continue the saga
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| Dia de Muertos, a day of the dead
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| Instead of harnessing the carnival inside of my head
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| Yeah, now the adrenaline’s kicked in
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| Hell up in and now replenish me, developing thick skin
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| Assembling words, I’m prevalent
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| Penalties for taking advantage of my benevolence
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| See the glim to my dark eyes, malevolent
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| Tremble from new energy. |
| Revel in redevelopments
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| Werewolf, pain bloom in the autumn night
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| Black skies, full moon, slaughter when I write
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| God almighty oddity that isn’t thought of lightly
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| Frightening God of thunder riding down a rod of lightning
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| Still I stay low key and hang with OGs
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| Rappers see me in top form and they’re like «oh geez»
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| Old beast, keep writing ‘til I’m obese
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| ‘Cause when you’ve been through hell and back you don’t get cold feet
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| You can’t take the drama
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| Continue the saga
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| Mad drama |