| I’ll be your victim
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| Inside my head anyway
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| I’ll be your crimson
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| Let me breathe and take it away
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| You’ll be my prison
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| Glass walls that never break
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| Lights off, begin the chase
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| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures
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| Open your eyes
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| The album is naked but that doesn’t mean I’ma open my thighs
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| Bitches are whispering, please do not think I don’t notice you guys
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| This industry shit got the homies and I always faking a smile
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| Been in the club with the squad
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| Now I think we been drinking a lot
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| Reflecting on life in the times that I know we’ve been thinking a lot
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| Look at myself in the mirror to see if I’m different or not
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| Patients of voices that’s been saying I need to get to the clock
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| You needed just to stick to the plot
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| You taking shots in the game
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| They taking Ls, all them bitches are lames
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| I lift my city, bitch, I’m the crane
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| Even through rain they gon' all see my flame
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| I know these niggas, they think we’re the same
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| Y’all niggas tripping, y’all niggas insane
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| Kreatures in here in the club looking strange
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| I see my peers appearing the same, ey!
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| I’ll be your victim
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| Inside my head anyway
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| I’ll be your crimson
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| Let me breathe and take it away
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| You’ll be my prison
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| Glass walls that never break
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| Lights off, begin the chase
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| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures
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| How many times I gotta tell y’all?
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| How many clothes I gotta sell y’all?
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| Killing the game with a red car
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| Don’t even need to take a look at the grave yard
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| I showed bitches what the truth was
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| Homie showed me where the booth was
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| I drop sixteens on a new course
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| Sold out shows with the due force
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| Damn, I’ve been drinking a lot
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| Shit got me thinking a lot
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| Mama told me to keep going
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| 'Til I have a reason to stop and it’s true
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| Niggas couldn’t get on my level
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| Drip game, look at my bezel
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| Came a long way from the time I recorded my first demo
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| Built from the ground, that’s some Legos
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| Went overseas, came back, all in the same week
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| How you hating when you ain’t got a passport?
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| Be your own people that kill you
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| Instead of build you, support, man
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| Is that a lot to ask for?
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| Nowadays, everybody wanna troll
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| All on their phone everybody wanna scroll
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| Looking for the next bad comments to leave
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| It’s such a shame, they don’t know they talking about they own
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| I’ll be your victim
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| Inside my head anyway
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| I’ll be your crimson
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| Let me breathe and take it away
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| You’ll be my prison
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| Glass walls that never break
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| Lights off, begin the chase
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| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures
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| True life when the dude spit
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| A few rhymes on your toupe
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| When you die there’ll be new kids
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| When I die they’ll need new kings
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| And yeah bro as far as cars go
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| Time flies, I got new wings
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| And as far away as the award shows go
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| Ah uyazi ngi two seats
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| I took crowns and chucked deuces
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| Can you better my footprint
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| It’s a new size so excuse me
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| I need equity with that shoe drip
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| Enemies in the room it’s
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| Hard to see who you’re cool with
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| Enemies making music
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| You can hear the hate through the acoustics
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| This is longevity speaking
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| Put everything on hold
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| And then preach that hate you’ve been preaching
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| Right after the tone
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| 'Cause love became a retweet
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| When you lay the song it’s hard to know the tear on your cheek
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| The day that your coffin drops, gone (I'll be your victim)
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| I’ll be your victim
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| Inside my head anyway
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| I’ll be your crimson
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| Let me breathe and take it away
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| You’ll be my prison
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| Glass walls that never break
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| Lights off, begin the chase
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| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures |