| Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up
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| I got a bone to pick
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| How can you sit up and say I’m repetitive with every song I spit?
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| Lemme yell on you, bitch, leggo
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| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn»
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| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam
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| And my new hits straight slam
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| They still tryna hate on who I am
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
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| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making
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| Tell 'em I got a variety (Yeah)
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| But then again, I never needed fuckin' notoriety
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| From a simple ass dude in society
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| Said I’m losing it, why would you lie to me
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| When you really admire me?
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| With the rhythm inside of me fiery, I agree
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| Now put that in your diary, Tecca N9ne'll got ya group decayin'
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| (Amputations)
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| Dealin' with choppin', I’m poppin' you through delayin'
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| (Cancellations)
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| Put me inside a clinic where the youth are layin' (Cancer patients)
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| I play 'em my music and here come the Super Saiyan
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| (Transformation)
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| Oh, a opp
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| Opp’s talkin' shit, got me in a rage like Broly (Broly)
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| Cops talkin' scripts, want me in a cage like Foley (Axel)
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| Not walkin' with (Nah), bots not gettin' hit (Nope)
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| When I’m droppin' spits, never seen a age like ODs
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| Forever young, many say you’ll never find a better one
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| Independently doin' shit that was never done
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| Eatin' rappers like my favorite Freschetta, yum
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| I hit 'em like, ooh
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| That is when I get to chewin' a mic, I be doin' 'em like, ooh
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| I am the killer to ruin a life, I’m pursuin' 'em quite true
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| How you be thinkin' that you in the right when you’re viewin' 'em like, boo?
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| I’m ruling tonight (Chyeah)
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| (If you rule in haikus)
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| Boy, you know this flow pops
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| Be like a pugilist, you wanna throw shots?
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| When I do this shit way in, the folks flock
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| Like my career and my mug is receivin' Botox (Chyeah)
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| I swear I’m on avengin' and thuggin'
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| I injure them sudden, I hinder men, assemble in blood
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| In a sin-driven coven, I’m endin' 'em, rekindlin' nothin'
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| Sendin' 'em fussin' 'cause my shit got that Benjamin Button, bitch
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| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn»
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| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam
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| And my new hits straight slam
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| They still tryna hate on who I am
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
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| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making
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| The older, the wiser (Woo), I spill like a geyser (Woo)
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| And call you a liar, I (Woo) don’t really got time for (Woo)
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| Yeah, so I say, «Bye, sir"(Yeah)
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| Don’t tell me disguise the (Yeah), limit when it’s full price on the moon
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| Pour a ton of gas up in this womb, feelin' like the match up in the boom
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| Bada boom, bada bing, I’d assume how to king
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| I’d assume how to think
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| They keep you up at night, scared to shine the light
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| Mighty move, I don’t see anything
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| And the dreams sound asleepin' on me
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| That’s the reason, homie, I could teach you something
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| You don’t really wanna mess with me
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| I’m blessed to be the dopest kid to ever be (Aww)
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| Ain’t nobody really wanna mess with the kid
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| With the steppin' up, obliterate the haters like, duh
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| Prayin' to God that I fall off and pop off and hit 'em with that (Ah)
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| Think I just murdered another track, service be soundin' just like (Yee)
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| How is a thirteen year old finna kill another track?
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| Another track that’s so amazing, man, it’s so amazing
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| How I did it, I don’t know, but lately, I been super hot fire
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| Blazin' the way at the pit is been feelin' so ageist like who’s that guy? |
| Yeah
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| Man, I don’t know, pull out the pen like I’m finna explode
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| Get it? |
| Nevermind, I should not sever
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| My anger releasin', they watchin' it go
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| (Down, down, down, down)
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| I am the reason for sinkin' your ship
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| (Drown, drown, drown, drown)
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| All of this killin' is stressing me (Chyeah)
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| (Out, out, out, out)
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| I’m (Out, out, out), I’m ('Bout, 'bout, 'bout)
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| 'Bout to make it in the game (Woo)
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| How could you tell me that I’m an incredible? |
| (Yeah)
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| I’m highly professional (Yeah)
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| I did what you can’t so I’m finna let it go (Yeah)
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| I’m doin' it ethical, I do it impeccable
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| I am perceptible, split upon like a decimal
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| I spit ineffable, yeah (Okay)
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| You got a curious case of envy
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| Feedin' my veins, I’m feeling it in me
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| Keepin' it strange, how could I not with the
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| N9na who murder everything that everyone who in his path?
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| Finally, your highness, eternally passin' the ball of a murder rate
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| Hood too, they fast enough and fast enough to step to him and then he, uh
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| Looked in the mirror like, «Dwamn»
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| I ain’t gotta use a filter on the 'Gram, ain’t no glam
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| And my new hits straight slam
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| They still tryna hate on who I am
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, Dr. Sebagh
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| They think I’m seein' Dr. Sebagh, seein' Dr. Sebagh
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| Anti-aging fans be praising jams we making |