| Over the budget
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| Gentlemen, we’re all players of the game
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| I was an Autobot kinda guy, I hated Megatron
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| Now I drink gin and my best friend’s a Decepticon
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| Some de Ville edge along, sketches over Lebanon
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| Messagin' the 44,
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| Head on the Autobahn
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| My automatic aims for headshots, devil horns
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| I’m like the devil’s pawn
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| Group thinker but I’m walkin' all alone
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| I’m an underground king with a pocket full of stones
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| Out of order, breathin' underwater, the enforcer
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| Think inside your daughter, takin' selfies with an orca
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| Oral sex music, shootin' on a cruise ship
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| Coward niggas talkin' but y’all never do shit
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| Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I blast off
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| I quest love cause my roots is a black thought
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| I talk lyrics that’ll cut you 'til you’re in the gutter
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| Illa Ghee and I’m nicer than a mothafucka
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| leave stains on a nigga’s curb
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| The best MC, painted a nigga’s words
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| The A-graded great, the 8 holder
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| Make soldiers shit on theyself, the game over
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| Clapper got clapping back battle rap stats
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| Forgot about the
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| I blast the Magnum gun loudly
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| With very great honor, I’m the magna cum laude
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| Cop a squat, they sippin' hot latte
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| Get money, big dummy, somethin' say
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| Bout to let actions speak more than words
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| Weaksauce disturbed
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| The whole crew you got is losers
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| See-through tube socks, new, sock it to yah
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| Crews poppin' Rugers
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| New socker choose, watch your dude, watch your dude
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| That’s watchin' 2Pac in Cuba
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| , Judo maneuvers
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| Shittin' all in your bloomers, P
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| Burn, another body on the iron
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| Got the hood behind me, keep it grimy when I rhyme
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| Driver seat recline, rollin' in the fishbowl
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| No chrome, no tints, blow through with your bitch
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| Big dog, I’m like a St. Bernard
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| You 'bout as small as a Maltese, barkin' on a short leash
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| You gon' get the party shot, get your ass mollywhopped
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| Somebody call the janitor, we gon' need this lobby mopped
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| Marksman regime, certified beast mode
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| Personify street code, get your life repo’d
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| Drive through funeral, come back and scoop you up
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| With you in back of the hearse, your hearse on back of the truck
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| Give a fuck, you can catch me with the crew or dolo
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| with it, nigga,
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| It’s fizz, woah, Mac, double OG
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| Marksman, M.O.P.s, nigga |