| I was claiming you the best fool but
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| Got some things to explain we ain’t that stupid
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| Got the tap a tap a flow you attached to it
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| We got trapped nothing less
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| We ain’t about losing
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| And them lanes kept clean like lighter fluid
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| Last chance in the van you was like sure
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| Last chance in the van man we. |
| y’all
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| They were flashing the plans that we bout do it
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| Tear it down tear it down ah
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| You know they have sickness
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| Louder as my spirit soul flesh
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| N*ggas mad so vexed
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| I’m projects to Rolex
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| D player king chalice
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| Head on take a plane to the palace
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| Bad bitch all body
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| Dead brain found balanced
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| Up on your beat smith just me and Dilla
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| Unknown in that street shit but keep killers
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| Can’t hear none of that weak shit you speak fellas
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| Bread hate to be deep dish that keeps grilla
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| All haters fall in line
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| Come collide or step aside
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| One hunned no bluffs
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| Everybody get your mother fucking hands up
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| Metaphor is the shit that they begging for
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| Make them look like the seven dwarves
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| Set it off and reset the score
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| If you ever expected anything less than the best
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| Then boy and my repertoire is the war with these dogs in the reservoir
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| My ego is Tarantino but Guido like in Casino
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| Unbeatable while the follow my lead and feed me amigos
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| Whole fam sit at the table no need in being greedy
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| God done blessed me like I’m sneezing need a reason
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| A fan of the challenge
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| While your plans stand in the balance
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| Dammit I’m causing damage
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| To the band on a couple planets
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| Parents and friends in a panic gone on a couple of Xanax
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| I’ll school you fools
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| Make you wanna move off the campus
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| More than the bruises and band
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| As if you choose to withstand it
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| I’m married to the game I don’t have to choose a companion
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| Duck your heads in the clouds
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| You ain’t overdue for a landing
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| Put the pen to the paper and give them reason to panic
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| Shooting right up the chalks like they shot you out of a cannon
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| I don’t give a fuck cuz they know I’m gonna wear the crown
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| Jon Connor and I came to tear it down
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| It breaks down for my very next break
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| Like ain’t sex textbook best but you ain’t no threats
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| This is bro complain to bro thanks to that
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| Exploded on the scene which means it’s sudden death
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| I’ve been told that a load on my soul is so cold it’s Nova Scotia
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| When it’s North Pole
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| I make a play an axle bro
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| When I’m pop pop like the popos
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| I put a Glock to his skull
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| Make them beg so we ain’t playing no roles
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| Our goals is to get the hoes plus the jewish’s dough (Uh)
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| I’m not kosher bro
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| Unapproachable
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| A spokesman I give a fuck so go
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| I got a mag this ain’t the Rolling Stones
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| This is skull and bones
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| When I’m sad this is jazz with a classic flow
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| I stand alone when I step on bones and broke necks like T-Rex
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| Destroy homes in South Central projects
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| Solo cup this ain’t a chance
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| It’s more chess so don’t guess wrong
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| Fan fanatic when I cause havoc in every town extended miles I spin around and
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| tear it down (down) |