| Hold up, let me do my thing
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| I got the world on my shoulders next to my chains
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| Yeah, I’m back doin' damage with the pen
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| I’m an animal, I’ve had it with these rappers and their trends
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| I might have to put an end to it
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| Decapitate their legs so they can’t reach the mic
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| They ain’t standin' up again
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| A lot of long nights but I’m short-tempered
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| I can’t trust nobody, so I’m self-centered
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| You can all get an L like the twelfth letter
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| Of the alphabet, I’ll be sellin' out Bell Center’s
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| Man, the fame is a bitch, I’m addicted to it
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| But I don’t really talk about it in my music
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| I’m battlin' these demons, I’m gettin through it
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| Gotta get a 2 6 to get influence
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| What a shame but I’m still so blessed
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| Light a backwood till I feel no stress
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| Yeah, I did some remixes and I got some clout
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| But my family and my girls what it’s all about
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| I really do it for a reason, so fuck these dudes
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| Real shit, I’m not the one you wanna run into
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| Look, I’m the definition of what hard work is
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| I’m gettin fed up, put them all on all my kids
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| You need the recognition but it’s not worth it
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| To beef with me cause I’m the wrong person, I swear
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| I can’t get to sleep cause I’ve been talkin' to my demons
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| I said «Please give me a reason to kill on»
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| They said «Do what makes you happy»
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| So I lit another backwood
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| I can hear the voices laugh as I kill on
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| That’s why I don’t say much nowadays
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| I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
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| So I don’t say much nowadays
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| I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
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| Everybody got their hand in my pockets
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| You were never with me back then, stop it
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| I just wanna eat like Action Bronson
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| They used to hate on me, now they are at my concert
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| Goddamn, that man’s a monster
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| Why these rappers lookin' like a pack of starburst?
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| Someone tell Luke that I am his father
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| There’s snakes in the grass big as anacondas
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| I’m on the edge tryin' not to fall
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| I put the metal to your ear like you got a call
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| I tried to tell 'em that they never shoulda got involved
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| You wanna learn to walk with us then you gotta crawl, yah
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| Everybody switch up like it’s seasons
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| All of y’all can get fucked, I don’t need ya
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| Pour some Henny in my cup, now I’m geekin'
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| Make some racks on the beat, I’m beastin'
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| I ain’t in it for the wack apologies
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| Or the animosity, or the fans acknowledgment
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| I’m too busy tryin' to handle all of this
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| Cause I got a strange feeling that there’s cameras watchin' me
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| This anxiety is givin' me the goosebumps
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| Lately I don’t really give two fucks
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| To be honest, even one for that matter
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| Fuck it all
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| Man, I’m done
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| I can’t stand it
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| I can’t get to sleep cause I’ve been talkin' to my demons
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| I said «Please give me a reason to kill on»
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| They said «Do what makes you happy»
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| So I lit another backwood
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| I can hear the voices laugh as I kill on
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| That’s why I don’t say much nowadays
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| I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays
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| So I don’t say much nowadays
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| I look around and I see no one I can trust nowadays |