| All you niggas wack as fuck, trash as fuck
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| Sayin' you pack gats and stuff
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| You actin' bruh, you ain’t really trappin' bruh
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| My hitmen ready for work if you actin' up
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| And Second off
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| Don’t let me find out you sneak dissing me, you history
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| I’ll put you out your misery, cause it’ll be a mystery
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| Leave you sleepin where fishes be
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| Commit crimes maliciously
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| You could never see me artist or logistically
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| Hottest nigga under the sun.
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| But all the hoes like «Damn King Pin, Where you from?»
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| Born in the 585, then to the 919, now it’s the 336
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| So I can kill this shit
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| Deja said «Tell em that they stunt money, is blunt money»
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| If you ain’t behind or beside you better run from me
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| Sheem told me «Get em» so I got em
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| And Britt was there with me when I started from the bottom
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| I’m a problem, I’m a problem
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| And you ain’t got the answers
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| Kanye: You ain’t got the answers man!
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| You ain’t got the answers (2x)
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| You ain’t got the answers Sway
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| E-e-e Eat ya body alive like incurable cancer
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| Got Brazilian baddies stayin on they fitness
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| Call her Cruella Deville, she killin all you bitches
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| Ok. |
| Extirpate, Devastate, close to Detonation
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| When the tape drop put ya songs on cancellation
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| The King and the pen, that’s a deadly combination
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| I’m married to the game and this the Royal Invitation
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| Crank up the volume, the volume
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| Crank up the volume, up the vol
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| Cr-Cr- Crank up the volume
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| Yo, I tried to warn these niggas before. |
| Like
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| I mean I told you, you could put your pens down or what ever
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| And stop writing your little wack ass raps…
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| But as matter of fact. |
| You can pick your pen back up…
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| Take some notes.
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| You know, I guess… I mean…
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| I’m really gon just have to like eat you niggas alive. |
| like
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| This is WAR. |
| FINISH HIM |