| Buried alive, don’t think that you won’t see my face again
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| Temporary demise
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| I rise for my revenge
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| ashes and then throw me in acid, I’ma tear you apart
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| I’m in a casket, it ain’t nothing but scratches
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| I never the type to chill, I do my best under pressure
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| I like to work until they have to call me out in a stretcher
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| I know that life’s a bitch, I never been too scared to upset her
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| 'Cause all the pain she gave me turned me to a national treasure
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| I went from being under the weather to taking over by storm
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| Went and built a better version of me from all the pieces that tore
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| They tried to drown me under that pressure when I wouldn’t conform
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| And when I rose from the grave a different day, a legend was born
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| I’m the devil in disguise, in my eyes you’ll see
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| Philosophical but none of that ever-better
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| I just wanna make a couple aims and layups
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| I’ll be grinding till I’m dying to get the better
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| Buried alive, don’t think that you won’t see my face again
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| Temporary demise
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| I rise for my revenge
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| and then throw me in acid, I’ma tear you apart
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| I’m in a casket, it ain’t nothing but scratches
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| They always label me the underdog, somehow I’m still winning
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| When they would stop to take a break I’d always break the speed limit
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| A bunch of copycats around me tryna go mock me and gimmick
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| Bitch I been one of a kind, no matter what, I cannot be mimicked
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| So get with it, I’m vicious, they can see I’m red in my vision
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| Superstition tells me that something deep inside of me’s wicked
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| Malicious people with twisted intentions always petitioned
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| What I was getting done if it left me in better condition, I’m livid
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| Demons in my mind tell me it’s what the world deserves
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| I put my heart and soul into it with no return
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| They didn’t let me off the bridges before they burned
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| Now I’m back for my revenge, all the tables turned
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| Buried alive, don’t think that you won’t see my face again
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| Temporary demise
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| I rise for my revenge
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| and then throw me in acid, I’ma tear you apart
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| I’m in a casket, it ain’t nothing but scratches |