| Yeah,
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| It’s crazy how cats are trading their respect for some likes
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| Talking their shit on twitter but speak less in real life
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| All these rapper with their egos always talking their shit
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| And can never swallow their pride, so they can swallow a dick
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| Well how these rappers wearing red claiming LA and Compton,
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| I got no comment I’m from a place where they kill over comments
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| These goons will roll up to your window with the beef like its Sonics
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| So save your YouTube comments we got nothing in common
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| It’s nothing, no problem
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| You the fucking son I’m the father
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| We trynna turn up on these cats in the back seat of our Honda
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| Rolling through Santa Ana bumping Pac just me and my partners
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| And some pissed off Mexicans screaming «VIVA LA RAZA!!»
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| Like mother FUCK Donald trump that bitch can go and suck a dick off
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| And if I seen em I probably knock his fake ass wig off
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| Aw, y’all really must’ve got me fucked up
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| Like really y’all boys done fucked up
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| They switching sides, they telling stories and lies
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| But it’s me and eskupe and anthro we Yours Truly it’s just us
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| So who the fuck can you trust in a world of snakes huh?
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| And what’s it take to get to them pearly gates huh?
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| These niggas fake see I can never relate
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| So I’m hollerin «fuck the world»
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| I know I’m the one they hate huh?!
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| R-I-P Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Martin Luther
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| Seems like you aint nobody until somebody shoot ya
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| These motherfuckers don’t want to see you do good,
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| They want you broke dirty and stressed still living in the hood
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| Well I say fuck em homie let’s get this money
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| Never trust em homie
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| Trynna feed my family and put food up in they stomachs homie
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| Cause this cold just wants to see us lose
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| They couldn’t walk ten feet in my dirty ass shoes my nigga
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| I keep it real, fuck how they feel
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| Fuck a mil fuck trynna get a deal
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| I’m trynna make you feel
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| So I’m in the studio 24/7 like everyday
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| And I’m running my city, I’m reppin' my team till I’m dead in my grave
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| All my niggas is gridding in so many ways I aint never had nobody show me the
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| way
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| I’ve been trying to get rid of my demons but yo I got devilish ways
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| I’m never afraid of no man like, get with the program
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| Heard these new rappers albums dawg and I aint no fan
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| But for the record,
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| Only cats that I fuck with is Cole, Hopsin, and Logic these other cats gotta
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| stop it
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| What’s poppin I dropped this album out just to tell them I’m a prophet
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| These cats only drop albums just to sell and make a profit
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| See the difference nigga I’m different nigga quit your bitchin' nigga
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| 20−20 vision so vivid I see the bitch in niggas
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| Holdup I aint done we on a mission to take over the world and y’all can’t come
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| See I’ve been coming and ripping these tracks, spit facts (?) I’m back
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| I’ve got 99 problems spitting bars aint one
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| Yeah, it’s Yours Truly to my grave
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| I rather die a free man than live life as a slave
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| Look, it’s Yours Truly to my grave
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| I rather die a free man than live life as a slave
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| Motherfucker
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| THE WORLD
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| I’m like, the whole world
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| Like fuck the, the world
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| Like fuck the, the whole world
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| Like fuck the world nigga, fuck the whole world
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| Fuck, like fuck the whole world nigga
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| Like fuck the world nigga, fuck the whole world
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| Fuck em, like, fuck the whole world nigga
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| Fuck the whole world |