| Yeah
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| Huh
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| Snapping necks just like I'm breaking eggs
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| Mothefuckers got a problem with me being the next; |
| what?
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| You stupid hecks, check the sound of my projects
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| You will know I'm the future underground, know the facts, uh
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| I make the bass, and it making room vibrate
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| Talk behind my back, act a punk, that's what I hate
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| Yip-yap-yapping, all the shit gave me migranes
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| You can never stop me, 'cause I'm up and I'm high grades
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| It's a third year that I'm in the scene, I never blew up
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| Still I'm number onе and I ain't even a persuеr
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| I'm the best my own critic, I'm the best my reviewer (Yeah)
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| Hating on myself and can't be thinking any bluer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I spit acid (Uh), always gas it (Uh)
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| Motherucker drew line (Uh), I'm jumping a pass iť (Jumping it)
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| 'Cause Reddy has it, ripping the casket
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| Waking up to alive, want your head in a basket
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| Hopping out the chevy, better hide your fucking mama (Punk)
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| She knows I'm a master, she heard that I'm on a come up (Yeah, yeah)
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| Way too wasted every party, I'm the one who's making drama (Uh, uh)
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| Beast in rapping English, I don't even know the grammar (Yeah)
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| Snapping necks just like I'm breaking eggs
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| Mothefuckers got a problem with me being the next; |
| what?
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| You stupid hecks, check the sound of my projects
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| You will know I'm the future underground, know the facts, uh
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| Yaw
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| This is gonna speed up
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| Get ready
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| Uh
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| Speeding it up
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| Speeding it up
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| I am not average, I'm always savage
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| I got the meds and I use 'em for leverage
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| Feel like I'm mad rich, sipping the beverage
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| Drinking the vodka, turn brain in a cabbage
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| I am the monster, I am the monster
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| Bitch, I'm a lunatic, don't act a mobster
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| I am no buster, I am no buster
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| Music is sex? |
| And then, bitch, I'm a pornstar
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| No, you won't beat Red, that's a no-go
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| All these heads gonna pop, they will all go
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| Hammering the heads, chopping 'em, going fargo
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| Fucks going missing, I'm gunning it, far gone
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| Got my name on a motherfucking blacklist
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| Left the stain, bitch, I'm mothefucking reckless
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| Got my bats in my cave on my necklace
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| On that dope I pull up in a nexus
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| All the lights turn dark, and I looked in the mirror
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| Lost my breath when I saw, I had to shiver
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| Goddamn ghost said he died in a river
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| Of booze, in a hand he was holding a liver
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| Told me that I'm gonna end up like him
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| If I ever another fucking sip of the gin
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| I don't wanna stop, I enjoy falling
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| So I told him to shut the fuck up, balling |