| I am known
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| Triple six serpents of death crawlin' under your skin
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| If I take a bet, you can guess who gon' win
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| I walk in the 'jects without no protection
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| I function in hoods every city I’m in
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| I’m that Grey-born gorilla out the concrete jungle
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| Duckin' from the dope 'cause I just shot a bundle
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| $carecrow make the chopper drum shots rumble
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| $carecrow got the dope game from my uncle
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| Huh, still prefer the drugs over bitches
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| Better watch your side that you pickin'
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| Snakes start hissin', heads go missing
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| Rest in piss to the ones I’m killing
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| Chief Keef drilling
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| , codeine spilling
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| Blood on my linen from the cuts, never healing
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| Hot boys out the crypt with a mouth full of scripts
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| Body bags zip when the gun hammer click
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| Ruby leveled up
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| Ruby leveled up
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| Ruby gon' global, epidemic proportion
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| I got the torch, and now I’m lighting up gas on the porch
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| Kick back, now I’m bored
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| $lick asked for the short, flick ash for the sport, uh
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| Ruby wrestles several devils in the 7th Ward
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| But Ruby can’t afford to move towards the horde just yet
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| 7th Ward Dragon with a fiery sword through the neck
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| Engulfed in flames, engulfed in blood
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| As it rains from the red heaven that Yung Plague has escaped
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| Levitate over Lake Pontchartrain
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| Set 'em straight, no, we are not the same
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| Yeah, it’s hard to remain when you’re self-slain
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| Yeah, it’s all that remains when you’re self-made
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| Ruby 'bout to take a second breath, uh
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| Embrace yourself, because all that remains is the bloodstains |