| You don’t wanna be like me!
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| You ain’t nothing like me, you niggas’ll get stuck with a Nike
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| Precisely
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| Fuck your life!
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| You don’t wanna be like me!
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| You ain’t nothing like me, you niggas’ll get stuck with a Nike
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| Precisely
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| I ain’t cocky at all
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| Ain’t even that tall
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| Got balls big as jaws
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| They gripped it all pause
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| Bitch I got dawgs, that lost they nerves
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| And they feed, I roll with a breed that’s unheard of
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| I see you got a pistol, but I got an issue
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| I wish you pull it, so I can use that shit against you
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| Wanna avange who? |
| He’s your brother?
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| You a bitch, I thought that I killed that motherfucker
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| Give him back his contract money
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| Cause suckers I can do him for free
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| I’m a bomb, actually
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| I don’t mind slapping a mac milli across your mom
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| And they ain’t gotta give me a dime
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| Genetically inclined to eat whatever hyenas be finding
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| And I clean it as hired by my boss, retiredly
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| That means I do it, cause I do it
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| I want it to grow, and go as I say so
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| Until I’m through with it
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| 700 and 6 kilos
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| You one day for you gon make me build some hell of a bakery
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| And don’t mistaken for an artist with a label that’s snakin' me
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| And I just started murdering agency
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| I learned everything from A to Z
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| Corrupt mentally
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| THC and Hennesey is what my dennem be
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| Doing crime without thinking about the penalty
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| Then I’m daydreaming in court on where the women be
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| I’m a monster, plus I’m causing a beef constant
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| I crack your back more exact than chiropractor
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| Nigga! |
| You at shows doing your biggest
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| You’ll be popping your rubberbands
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| Wrapped around your ???
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| You an individual, what a miserable way
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| Of living, you scared of have what a nigga givin'
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| Motherfucker! |
| I give you out the puncture
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| Without needles I use swords, you’re allowing the Lord
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| You gets nothing less with a silencer to your vocal cord
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| Dumping your body by the ocean, ain’t nothing corded for
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| You wanna walk in my foot steps and getting deft
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| On how your family ain’t escaping my death, motherfucker! |