| — One shot to my head, one shot to Rennet’s…are your ready Rennet?
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| — I don’t think I want to play…
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| — Are you ready… you don’t wanna play… Bad Luck
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| We never came to wreck everything that you were living for
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| (It just happened that’s it)
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| You haven’t heard of us I’ve been a murderer this is a
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| (Classic Action acting)
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| Like I’ve been up on a pedestal, you are the metaphor
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| (I've Been writing slowly)
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| We are the virus you don’t have the antidote anymore
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| (Kill you softly only)
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| Cutting the ties with the 'tied of me'
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| Try to rewire me via my tiring
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| Like a leviathan, I’m here to fire them
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| Liar we’re higher than hippies retiring
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| Never Aspiring, Finna rub the chalk off the black board;
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| Please don’t tell me what I can afford
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| Never birthright-gorrilla-oh wah-war lords
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| Liquid sword swing a corner like a 4 door
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| Generation fed by Ritalin we don’t want anymore
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| (It's been getting lonely)
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| Best bring an umbrella for your girl when I walk in through the door
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| (Bleeding from the copping)
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| Said I won’t pop, won’t pop till you fall
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| See your girl drop she drop to these balls
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| My outlook on life, see they call truth depression
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| But had you all guessing from how I’ve been stepping
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| I don’t wanna be… anything less than a symbol
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| But still I wanna kill it, wanna be there to the end till
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| Mans respects, mans will get merked in a sec-end
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| Ink up on my neck its triple one to the death end
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| Say I got a gun for a tongue, motherfucker I’m a weapon
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| They don’t even know me, they don’t even question
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| I… I Know
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| I move slow
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| Please don’t go
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| Overflow
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| Bitch its — eyes low, running empty
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| My pockets locked from shady hands just tryna roll a 20
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| You think it’s hot, but only know the face don’t know the message
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| Spend a month inside my head you’d probably fucking end it
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| (Sour you don’t know me better)
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| Every little body I done, got the best of
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| I’ma go and lick on the sun with the rest of
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| Sip up on a bottle of rum get the test off
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| Liquid in the pit of my lung that’s arrest of
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| Cardiac but back snapped
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| Cover my trace I’m eyes closed
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| With eight crystal bottles, a case and hydro
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| Piston pump in line smoke
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| Got my wrist in chains but I’m broke
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| Risk for change that I know
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| Got a blistering game of hot flow
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| Never miss the shot when I go
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| Get twisted up by god knows
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| If you see me in the thick of the cut then gung ho
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| Everyone is thrown back it’s a fact that I’m a tall man
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| Centerfold snap in my lap like contortion
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| Ripple like the nipple of nuns all aboard Triple —
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| C LXV, Double X IV Foursome
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| Break from the core, never ready for the war man
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| Coursing the halls with calls of mid morning
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| Crash tackle the mill; |
| drop bombs with no warning
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| I came to kill, you sleep in beds dormant
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| Crave that’s on me
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| Face I only
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| Smoke gone take me
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| Know my making
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| I… I Know
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| I move slow
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| Please don’t go
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| Overflow |