| Oh yes
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| This one’s for those of you just ain’t woke yet, hotep
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| You rich but you broke nigga just don’t know yet, hotep
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| These rappers ain’t woke yet, security back 'em, hotep
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| Hotep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that’s a toe tag
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| Might as well have Mayweather back ya at a Black’s match-up protest
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| That’s that «Write a check you can’t cash,» I might have to collect
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| That’s that yo ass is bleeding, that’s that Kotex
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| I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
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| This one’s for little bro who big bro ain’t come back from the store yet
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| Hotep, I’m here for blessings sent my direction, no less
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| This one’s for those who don’t know they pops not invincible yet
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| Trick bitches hoes that don’t know just how nasty they are
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| They out here wearin' the same tongue ring they ain’t change from ten dicks ago
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| yet
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| Hopefully that scope on that AR don’t take my focus
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| To places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapas
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| Any calendar day I’ll hollow him like late October
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| I’ll bury these niggas up under the Devil’s playground, playtime’s over
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| Your bitch fine, dawg, I can’t deny it
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| She tryna be my wife on the side, I ain’t invite it
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| I just, step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant
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| Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect
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| Thots used to call me tar baby, cops taught me that I’d be worthless
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| Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins
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| That taught me to focus on what’s inside y’all and not the surface |