| By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain’t heard of him
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| Madchild, I don’t need a shoulder to cry on
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| I talk soft, and I walk with a firearm
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| I just need to put in work and I will flourish
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| I’m hungry, I’m snapping on these tracks like I’m malnourished
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| No more light to these fakes and these hoes
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| Making cake off my name, now the bakery’s closed
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| It’s fun gathering
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| It’s fun gathering
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| It’s fun gathering
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| Words, I’m staying ravenous
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| It’s fun gathering
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| It’s fun gathering
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| It’s fun gathering
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| Words, we plain savages
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| Brain, never seen a carnival that’s this large
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| BAX general, honorable discharge
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| Ruthless on a loop troop, my boots laced
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| Uptight, still walk angrily with a screw face
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| (Hook)
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| Time to catch a red eye flight
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| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight
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| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might
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| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right
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| Time to catch a red eye flight
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| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight
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| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might
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| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right
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| Automatic weapon and my firepower murk em
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| Fuck these Satan rappers, a higher power lurking
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| Met so many fake people out that I stopped mingling
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| I’m burning every rapper out, chop kindling
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| Razor under my tongue that’s still a buck-fifty
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| Weigh a buck-fifty, stacked another buck-fifty
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| Thanks to all the people out there that fuck with me
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| I miss the homie, like what happened to Buck 50?
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| How much more fucking spoiled can you get to
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| Now I’m drenched in misery and soiled in regret too
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| Little bad wolf’s back, gonna get you
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| Trying to find time to see where my mind gets to
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| Hard to be a leader when your ass don’t function
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| Followers don’t know you’re on a path of destruction
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| Self-sabotage, shit, I’m a savage God
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| Shit, Mad is frothing at the mouth, I’m a rabid dog lit
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| (Hool)
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| Time to catch a red eye flight
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| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight
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| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might
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| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right
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| Time to catch a red eye flight
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| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight
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| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might
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| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right
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| (I dunno, man, I think I like this one better than the last one) |