| It’s hard being the illest in my city, man
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| Apparently I got enemies that don’t feel the same
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| I don’t give a fuck y’all ain’t even up in the game
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| I did so much for my city man they should feel ashamed
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| Nah buddy, I ain’t really heard the gossip
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| I was too busy putting out thirty projects
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| Y’all can google the kid and see the process
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| And see the progress, homie God bless
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| But listen, I’m a god so I wouldn’t have it any less
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| I need a million now and not a penny less
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| I might literally drown with all this Henny left
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| For throwing rocks at the crown, your penalty is death
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| It’s no sitting me down, I got a hundred left
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| Hundred more albums, hundred more fucking checks
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| Hundred more bars coming at your fucking neck
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| Man, they should’ve told you on Statik beats, I’m the fucking best
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| Rikers to Middleton
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| Them lifers and Middleton, spending life illegitimate
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| Living life in imprisonment
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| Had to see if you listening, recycled some old bars
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| But them shit’s still harder than crow bars
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| Came a long way from selling three-eighties out a Mercedes
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| Now I’m famous and ladies wanna DM a brother crazy
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| There’s a art to ripping a heart out a chest
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| All you gotta do is dig in with a blade til there’s no cartilage left
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| I’m probably the best, novelist with promising records
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| It’s ok to give me a compliment, but copy me less
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| They obviously honor me, that’s why they copy my fresh
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| And hide behind fake pages with anonymous threats
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| It’s more politics, I’m ready to catch a body again
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| Probably off Molly, Johnnie Walker, Vodka, Tonic and Gin
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| I smack demons and kill killers
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| Chopping scalps off of enemies and rock em like chinchillas
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| Mother fuck a celebrity
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| They ain’t never seen a lyricist this venomous
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| Bending his sentences leave em covered in bandages
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| Anybody can get it give a fuck who his family is
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| Smoking five gram blunts out a dollar bill
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| Eyes bloody like killers wanted your mommy killed
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| But I’ll design a ill plan to go back in a time machine and body you while you
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| stuck in your mommy’s body still
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| Hold up, that’s how it goes, Termanology
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| 50 Bodies 6 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Go (Part 2) , by - Termanology. Song from the album More Politics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп