| Will be right there in it
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| All those streaming services make it nearly impossible for artist to make some
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| real bread
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| We will prevail and take over all facets of the music industry
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| All of us are over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| So cold the shoulder gets
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| 'Cause we’re over it, over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| Time’s up, I’m just
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| Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get they rhymes up
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| N9ne's a mindfuck, I’m the kind to
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| Design the crime, bury them all in lime, your shine’s behind us
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| Stop, you could do it all day
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| But you’re not gonna pop me the crew and all lay
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| In the box, you were topping the charts
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| Look at the people not even jockin' your art
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| Why’s that? |
| 'Cause everybody that really buys rap
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| Don’t wanna listen to any guys yap
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| Fly! |
| This’ll leave you in the sky cap (ahoo!)
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| Three X, we test the best
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| Reflect 'cause you’re 'bout to go see death
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| And the killer gonna be Tech, he next
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| All the people never gonna re-elect such a reject
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| When I spit vital with this title
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| You sit idle like Seacrest, we over it
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| All of us are over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| So cold the shoulder gets
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| 'Cause we’re over it, over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| Better pray that they want to come see your show
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| That right there gonna be your dough
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| You fizzin' out and we want more, we gon' blow
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| Them all away then haul away
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| The raw decay then y’all will say «we don’t know»
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| The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
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| Make it a holiday, see killin' when he don’t flow
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| I’m enhanced and polished
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| All of the women, they wanna dance and frolic
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| You was a winner with lotta grands in pockets
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| Now you get rants and audits
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| We bored wit’cha, quick to hit ya with the war whip
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| The scripture mister, Forbes lister
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| Bigger figure from a poor nigga!
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| A lot of y’all names I could say
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| If I was evil, I really would Sway
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| But I was taught to not be no punk
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| And don’t pull no punches, my hood say
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| But since y’all actin' like Biancas and Beatrices
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| I should say, your last album was everywhere
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| And I don’t mean that in a good way, we over it
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| All of us are over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| So cold the shoulder gets
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| 'Cause we’re over it, over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| You can rap all you want and sing
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| But I’m runnin' things
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| I’m forever, makes you wanna scream
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| 'Cause I’m the one and king
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| Don’t be devastated due to my dialect
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| Dummies down declining due to die in debt, die in debt
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| When you wake and wonder why you wide and wet
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| Wicked whispers whiskin' away you, why invest? |
| Why invest?
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| Ain’t no competition so get violent
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| Ain’t expectin' nothin' but ya silence, silence
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| So fly your noggin, I can be the fucking pilot
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| I know you know my number you can dial it, dial it
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| You got to know by now that I’m really unstoppable
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| Try now, you’ll be silly in a hospital
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| Lie down, got the pilly and I lock and load
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| I’m takin' everything, breakin' everything you’ll spit
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| This ain’t nothin' to me, child’s play
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| That’s why I’m takin' over this (Bullshit!)
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| All of us are over it
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| So we’re takin' over it
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| So cold the shoulder gets
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| 'Cause we’re over it, over it
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| So we’re takin' over it |