| I’m known for being late, famous for being a fuck up
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| Kids around me — little backstabbers, bunch of suck ups
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| They want a piece of my pie but I ain’t sharing any
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| Do I look like I’m wearing a bunch of gold — bitch, I ain’t wearing any
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| When it comes to writing songs, bars very scary
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| Beats bang fuckin' hard — sauce, Peri Peri
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| I get up inside these bars like I’m a partition
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| Archaic god’s with me like the archbishop
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| Make you say, «holy shit, it’s a hard mission»
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| Everybody’s turnt up, rapper with a dark vision
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| Nobody gave a flying fuck but now they’re starting to listen
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| Ice in my veins, I’m a sergeant with a heart condition
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| Marching through the marsh, got an army that is riding
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| Exactly where we’re going — bitch, I haven’t quite decided
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| Everything I need, they told me, «God — he will provide it»
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| Great, I’m hoping one day he puts a Bentley in my driveway
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| The devil’s got Bugattis for sale
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| Benz truck, Porsche, Maseratis as well
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| Bitches by the boatload, filling up your coke nose
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| Hope we don’t end all up in the bottom of hell
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| The devil’s got Bugattis for sale
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| Glock 9s, AKs, shotties as well
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| Bulletproof vest, cover bodies up well
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| Don’t get shot, end up in the bottom of hell
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| Yo, wake up in the middle afternoon like, «Why bother?»
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| I should get down on my knees, pray to my father
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| Million rappers nowadays, they should try harder
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| Little fuckin' insects, I’m a flyswatter
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| Your little kids think they’re hot, homie I’m hotter
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| Future masked marauder, laughing while I rap and slaughter
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| I’m disgusting, trust me, don’t lack luster
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| Terminology ten years ago was wack — buster
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| 2014, aggressive track crusher
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| Fack flusher, bunch of liars so their acts suffer
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| Open up your mouth, facefuck you with an apron on
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| Fuck you on the kitchen counter, have ya like a Saint Bernard
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| Sick sapien, I rip shit, I’m way beyond
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| Anybody on your label, put 'em back where they belong
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| Black ski mask, sawed off shotties with shells
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| We got blue nose Pit bulls and Rotties as well
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| Tattoos, handguns, mouth full of gold teeth
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| Each drug binge — a whole week
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| Up, I got no sleep
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| Back when I was younger man, we used to roll so deep
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| Pussy I was knee deep, pussy I’m still knee deep
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| Cash that, three feet
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| Life is fuckin' so sweet
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| Two tone Rolly, big heart, never cold feet
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| Cribs, seven bedrooms
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| Swimming pools and my girls were bi girls
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| Two at a time and then say, «Bye girls!»
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| Moving forty packs of piff, that was my world
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| Going platinum buying gifts, that was my world
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| Then I almost fuckin' slipped, saying, «Bye world!»
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| Didn’t dip, I’m back and it’s a trip, saying, «Hi world!»
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| Now I’m getting a second chance, I ain’t gonna blow it
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| Pray to god and give thanks, man you fuckin' know it
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| BAX WAR motherfuckers
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| Get ready… |