| Yeah
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| Hear me out yo
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| Hear me out yo
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| Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher
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| ADHD4K through the speakers
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| She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper
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| Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj
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| Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars
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| She wanna stay up talking feelings
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| I feel I can’t be arsed
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| I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half
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| Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois
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| My bitch was fat, now she thin
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| She got off her ass
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| This shit I smash
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| I come in, leave her in a cast
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| Crazy, I pace back and forth like gym class
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| Told the bitch I dont want none, Sister Act
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| She know, I wanna fuck not cuddle
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| Wait bro, yeah I’m in my duffle
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| And we put our money together, watch that shit double
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| Got big blunts
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| Power puff, we blow bubbles
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| You in trouble thought he’d make it to the sixth round
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| The bell not even rang and he saying he got to sit down
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| Cousin ran up and you like, wait bro, hear me out
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| Bao, bao, bao, bao, bao, you can’t hear now
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| You can’t hear now
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| We what they fear now
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| They shed a tear now |
| Yeah, they seem sincere now
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| Hear me out loud and clear like a preacher
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| ADHD4K through the speakers
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| She say she hate me but she yelling go deeper
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| Shakira waist but her back Onika Minaj
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| Face Zendaya, feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars
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| She wanna stay up talking feelings
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| I feel I can’t be arsed
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| I need to lay up for the weekend off a xan and a half
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| Cause you know I beat it up, Stella Artois
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| I can still remember
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| Trying to touch the road
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| On the way to see a girl with a dozen roses
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| Now my sights are set on venues with a hundred rows
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| And I tell the girls to let it go like I was up in Frozen
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| Derozan, never miss with the hits
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| Antetekounmpo, I get hummus you bitch
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| I’ma hit a triple double, not a lick of assist
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| We be bringing round your sister, we be telling her strip
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| When I was a youngin' they said chill, let Christopher spit
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| I had a romance with the mic, we would kiss on the lips
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| When I was younger I would reminisce on living all rich
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| And now I’m old and got some money, I just think with my dick |
| Touching road with a baddy on the side
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| She only wear stiletto, she a ballerina type
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| Hit the after party, send the addy and I’ll slide
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| Mustang in the garage, we in the Caddy for the night
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| Got too many options
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| Got freak hoes when I’m out in Compton
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| Getting cream with the team out in Boston
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| Get the champagne ready cause we poppin
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| I got a nine millimeter in my back pocket
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| I’m going on a trip to hit a bitch with a rocket
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| Don’t wanna see me when I aim and I cock it
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| Best believe that I’m going for your socket
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| Carpe Noctem, I gotta be in your top ten
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| When I pop in, I drive the boat I cannot swim
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| Got no options, I’m great, tell me how could I not win
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| Need some raw shit from Stakes and Kenny you got them
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| Hip-hop twins like Brad Jordan in 1991
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| Or like Gamera fuckin up a small city I’m having fun
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| While demolishing any beat you put in front of me
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| Fall in defeat at my feet, respect me or you get sent out to Coventry
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| Shout out to my British niggas know y’all hoes in love with the
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| Five nine shit starter but my heart is eight foot three |
| Saving the sacred key, no vacancies for wack rap niggas
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| Three’s a muthafuckin' crowd so get out, Jack Trippers
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| Damn I hit the stu like Brian Griffin
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| Baby rap different
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| Lying about the bodies in your verse
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| I guess you cap niggas
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| Oh I see you step in in your purse
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| You in your bag nigga
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| I’ll put you out on the strip
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| Go show your ass nigga
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| Yeah I said I’m back, though I ain’t never been backdoored
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| It’s a nightmare when them niggas in attack mode
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| Labels want a nap, they should pick me like afros
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| Balling like we the Astros, no love for you assholes
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| Take these bitches down, I led the league in tackles
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| Comin agg with the mag they should have me in shackles
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| Cross me one time, I get your chess like castles
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| Shit hot like a bottle of Tabasco
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| Rappers never get even, I rap this shit for a reason
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| You rap about beef, I’d rather rap bout a vegan
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| Who just started this evening, who don’t like what they eating
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| Asking is this shit seasoned
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| Kind of like you when you rapping and I mean it
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| It’s getting hotter, check the heat, check the climate |
| It be dotted on the sheet when I sign it
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| They can not stop me, I don’t need be reminded
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| Bitch I get under their skin, ultraviolet
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| I get violent, plates are flying, babies crying
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| The Mayans warned us of the day I’m arriving
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| I go Sean de Paul, baby girl dutty wining
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| Cause she know bout sliding down the pole like she a fireman
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| I’m a tyrant in early days I inspire them
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| Then it’s a genocide, bring back the sirens
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| Freddy chopper got a dick, chicks in Thailand
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| You gon' pay for the pussy, Miss Saigon
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| See me and Stew were speaking the other day and discussing
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| He told me about a time
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| Before she ever had me busting
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| I said can I bring Stakes
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| And she said yuck that’s disgusting |