| Tchak tchak, motherfuckers don’t you know
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| I’m the only, only one who knows
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| I came in this book of shame
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| I ain’t talking Fifty Shades
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| But this rap game where I whip them all
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| Talking ‘bout that we’re banging our head on walls
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| But we still ain’t got no coins
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| No Mario, merrier we bros!
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| Everytime I spit a rhyme, Rilès convicted for crime
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| ‘Cause I murder all of these niggas
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| And you say you’re a genius, the chosen of the chosen
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| Like a thousand other postulants
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| You say you’re a lyricist, you’re just blowing your penis
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| Got no bills but I got bars and balls
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| To kill every fakers, pretending to be seers
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| They might see that imma scare their soul
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| And imma sow their scars, already see them sob
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| Motherfuckers don’t you know I’m on?
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| Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
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| I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run
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| Where this shit is going? |
| I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
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| I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
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| I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
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| I don’t know that I’m not the only one
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| I ain’t got no money, plus I ain’t got none of your contact
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| I ain’t got no priviledge, I am not white and neither black
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| I am just a frech-ass motherfuck- I wan’t some payback
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| Look at the work I did you see how many people give a fuck
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| A fuck, a fuck, they don’t give a fuck, they don’t give a fUuUuUuUuck
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| Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
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| I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run
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| Where this shit is going? |
| I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
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| I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
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| I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
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| I don’t know that I’m not the only one
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| I don’t know where this shit is going, hun
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| I don’t know that I’m not the only ooooone
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| I wanna taste the cake, I wanna snatch the game
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| Freestylin' with style and your blind and I’m more than insane
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| We all starving for fame, to end up like Cobain
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| When I don’t talk to them, I’m making too much gains
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| My mind’s free, my time not
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| I ain’t got time for games
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| I’m hating everybody, why?
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| I mean, I can explain
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| I see too many spoon-feed niggas proliferating
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| This ain’t a fucking competition
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| If you got no team to wash your ass
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| I really wonder what you’d be doing
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| But I’m blaming the industry for being caught in the trend, you know.
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| You know what I’m talking ‘bout?
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| I ain’t got no plays on my songs
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| I ain’t got no views on my videos
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| But I still fuck these niggas, fuck that!
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| «I really don’t know.
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| But I am the only one»
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| «Whaaaat? |
| Wha. |
| wh. |
| what? |
| Listen. |
| listen
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| You think you’re the only one?
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| You really think you’re the only one man?
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| Naaaaaah fuck that! |
| You a bitch-nigga!»
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| «I know there’s too many sharks in this game
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| But imma be careful, imma sweep everybody else that’s gonna be on my way.
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| Ouh! |
| And imma kill all these motherfuckers.» |