| A hating bitch, oh don’t be that
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| No debating, they know we back
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| I replaced him, don’t be mad
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| Hating ain’t gon' bring your dead homie back
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| I make my return like the Taliban
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| Try and ban me I can’t have it man
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| Ooh, this the master plan
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| They faker than a bitch’s pics on Instagram
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| Move an inch, nah, I wont move a milligram
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| Got their bitch ass up I’m the cameraman
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| They behind like a caravan
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| He paid twenty-five when the guy only had a gram
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| I’m Megaman, blasting em, stack a rack
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| Couple grand, rubber bands
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| Galavant in the woods
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| Off of an alprazolam
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| They a raggedy calamity like Ragged Anne
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| I’m Parappa rapping hotter than a lava lamp
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| Alakazam I’m a wizard like it’s Azkaban
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| Shit I spit like
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| Dagga dagga dagga dagga dagga dagga
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| They struggling to fathom him
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| I feel like the prettiest bitch at the ball
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| The prettiest bitch at my balls
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| I don’t give a shit what they say when they talk
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| Cause they not even involved
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| I feel like the prettiest bitch at the ball
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| The prettiest bitch at my balls
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| I don’t give a fuck what they say when they talk |
| Cause they not even involved
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| I got to admit
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| I don’t like talking about capping and shit
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| I don’t like counting these hoes in my crib
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| They on their fours I don’t call them a bitch
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| But you is a bitch all bark in defense
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| It been pissing me off like you’re marking your scent
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| Warning you now this is as high as you’ll get
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| Cuz you only soar when you fall in a ditch
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| Ay I’m a dropper. |
| the bang with all copper
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| The rain without stopping, the pain when I pop it
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| The famous showstopper, I’m draining all profit
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| The grain I’m still stocking, my brain is off proper
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| Why they stay messing with me
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| Like they like resting in peace
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| My crew be leaving them dead in the sea
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| Drinking their liquor
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| Rest as they smoke on the scene
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| I got a click clack
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| It got kick back
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| Pipe gon' hit that
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| You talk big chat
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| Leave you with a big gap
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| All in your Knicks cap
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| New York merch, way I’m selling these nick bags
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| Blast at me, get more than tit tat
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| Doordash fees I’m higher than that
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| Whores at me while stroking they cat
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| Niggas say you fell off |
| Bitch you been wack
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| Hitting my Carti voice in this bitch
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| She driving stick, she know to hit shift
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| Don’t know karate boy, it’s ten clips
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| Feeling like Bobby boy in this bitch
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| Bobby bitch, am I criminal, probably bitch
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| Beat make your whole body itch
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| I party with the groupies and scholars, bitch
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| I’m out of it but I don’t acknowledge it
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| A lotta shit
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| Never did names
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| Never missed aimed shots, levitating
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| You’re on Sparky
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| Call me Raiden
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| Closing doors on you, iron maiden
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| Down to spar in my Converse
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| Bitch, I’m all scar
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| Send a postcard
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| From down under, where the ghosts are
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| Knuckles well versed, late to ponder
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| Killed off co-star, cast in main role
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| Bestest by far, lifted that bar
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| So who’s up to par now
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| All of my enemies dearly departed
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| Double the pop, pussy
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| Plosives explosive, I’m blowing up
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| Blowing the money on blow for a blowjob
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| Opposing me bow and remain in that pose
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| For a dose, I’m imposing, but too indisposed
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| So I leave them hanging like a dying pilot
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| Too aggressive to see I’m ultra-violent
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| Whole gang on this beat feeling extra riled up |
| Going faster during extra mile as the bodies pile up
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| Imminent
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| I tell ‘em danger is imminent
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| I’m gonna blaze till infinity
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| And beyond, I be taking my time, I don’t stay in the lines
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| But just trust I be killing shit
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| Put up your blunt if you feeling it
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| We got all the hardest on internet
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| I can’t name a single soul that can match us, tape one was the practice
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| Now we onto realer shit, stop the talking
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| Was ducking the flow now they flocking
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| All perplexed I’ma walking entendre
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| Contrary to the regular, don’t hit my cellular
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| Pull up and talk to me proper
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| Shifting the understanding of your complex
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| Ahead of my time and this planet
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| They got to abandon older ways of dialect
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| If you want smoke I’ma spin up the tires
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| Yeah
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| If you want smoke I’ma bring in the fire
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| Uh
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| Consider this holy, I bring in the choir
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| Okay
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| Talking that shit that’ll get you inspired |