| Ayo my nigga, pass me that axe man
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| Pass me the axe!
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| My man slips the technology
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| It’s hell on earth with no Prodigy
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| 1080P, nine moving through the odyssey
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| Revolver like Bill Cosby, beef get prepped
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| I’m tryna break the bank, you tryna break the internet, no flex
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| I’m the king of the hill like Hank, and you ain’t
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| Ayo Tha God keep the Ratchet and Clank
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| For any unexpected enemy flank
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| I spill your memory bank —
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| On April Fools', but it wasn’t a prank
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| You niggas food like quality steak
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| You gon' need a Doc like, Warren and Eiht
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| Your money young like Nicki and Drake
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| My block jumps like Griffin and Blake, the head of state
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| Stomp you in the Satan’s fiery lake
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| My pops said «stick to the script, don’t be a blockhead»
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| Cops dead, shoot up your 'vic, I leave your top red
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| Mach said «The armor like spit, your whole block fair»
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| Shots spread all of your whip, blast your street cred out you
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| Only this evil shit could amount to
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| The fifth, do you like Pro Tools and bounce you, nigga
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| (Bounce you like Pro Tools nigga) |