| I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage
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| I never been to college
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| I sever the head of rappers
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| I pack the MAC-11 to send you to another dimension
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| Not to mention, I pop the Smith & Wesson with no second guessin'
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| Your bitch get to steppin'
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| Once I get it in, get wet, get out
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| Don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth
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| What’s up with that pussy? |
| Don’t doubt me
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| I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi
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| Bitch, I’m outie after that, oddy’s after that
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| Touch your Instagram, put you on the map
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| Don’t discriminate, fuck a handicap, no legs
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| Fuck that, where your titties at, bitch?
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| Ba-Ba-Back in the Golden Days, I was glowin' rays
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| Now I’m soaked in grey from all these fuckin' growin' pains
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| Keep on throwin' shade, you’ll meet the fuckin' Shogun’s blade
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| I’m stealing trophies out your trophy case
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| Fuck the cards I was dealt
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| I got a poker face to steal an open base, ho
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| Fuck an older age though
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| If life’s a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J Lo
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| Bitch, I’m Yung Plague, no way I’ma grow fangs
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| Rip out your throat, ain’t sayin' anything out that hole, mane
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| Hundred pills bottles on my motherfuckin' dresser, mane
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| Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane
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| I’m the mane that’ll make a stain out of your fuckin' brain
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| Smokin' strains off some strange grain that I can’t explain
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| Fuck the fame, fuck these fuckin' lames, that’s why I isolate
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| Can’t relate to none of you motherfuckers
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| Keep me in my grave, hold up, wait
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| Duckin' in the shade, shooting up the H
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| Stuck at Hell’s gates with Yung Plague
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| And I’m draped in grey |