| Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em
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| Gone bang em, bang em
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| UA bringing higher shit with the bangers
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| Drop it for my fans, motherfuck going platinum
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| Elevating brains leaving niggas in my set and
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| I ain’t worried 'bout the niggas in the rain, you can have 'em
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| Stuck up in the game, better change, that is tragic
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| Run up on his place, speak my name just like magic
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| Save a local lame that’s a pain, give him taxes
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| Let the rest go down the drain, leave him layin' out in traffic
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| Speaking prophecy, lace the proper beats
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| Tell him «drop to your knees», for the majesty
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| 'Less you came with peace, raise up properly
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| Come and walk with me, join the infantry
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| But keep it funky if you rolling with a G
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| I can’t fuck with motherfuckers that be lying through their teeth
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| You are with a lord, nothing higher than me
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| When I come and spread like butter, leaving fire in the streets
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| UA winning we blowin' up
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| Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
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| Say they want war? |
| Gone load 'em up
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| Take it to the front yard, they ain’t showin' up
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| This my team, I throw it up
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| Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
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| Rep my city every time that you see me
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| Blow a pound, you ain’t with me
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| Where my crown? |
| Need to king me
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| Pull up, the gods on the scene, watch 'em moshpit
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| Pop, it’s getting higher than ever, might burn the house shit
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| I’m just getting treasures from conscious rap
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| Better? |
| That’s nonsense, our flows atomic top rhymin'
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| Cop a Ocho, the finest get demolished
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| Kill a couple shows and blow the dro, rocket
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| Young pharaoh travel the globe, just spreading knowledge
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| Corporate trying to catch’a my soul, they seeking profit
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| Ain’t another rap nigga spraying straight facts to ya
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| Staying humble on the ave, giving love back to ya
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| Hit the pack, relax and let your spirit react
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| We built the pyramids nigga, where your memory at?
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| Oh lawd, conscious sicker fall now we at the floor
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| Boy guard the doors, we want war
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| Living in the heart, clear the evil
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| Light up the diesel, never thought I’d take it this far
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| UA winning we blowin' up
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| Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
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| Say they want war? |
| Gone load 'em up
|
| Take it to the front yard, they ain’t showin' up
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| This my team, I throw it up
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| Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
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| Rep my city every time that you see me
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| Blow a pound, you ain’t with me
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| Where my crown? |
| Need to king me |