| ($carecrow, Famine, Northside
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| Lil Cut Throat, Lil Famine, Northside
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| Lil jit, yuh)
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| I am known
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| Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
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| Ridin', hangin' out the window screamin', «Who wanna die?»
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| Savage lil' addict with a hunnid bad habits
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| Say I need prayer? |
| All I need is my ratchet
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| Pull up, swang with the blade, then I pray over dead prey
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| Banging grey 'til my grave
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| Milly rock, sak passé
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| What that mean? |
| I don’t know, took 'bout four Xans today
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| Sippin' lean, dyin' slow, drugs make me feel okay
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| Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
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| Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain’t forgot about you
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| Kill mo', kill mo'
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| Gleesh walk on a sack
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| Burn a half a mil' in cash, fuck that paper, turn it ash
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| Walk away and start to laugh
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| «Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!»
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| No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
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| Hit that seven-figure mark without an A&R
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| $carecrow walkin' in the fog, life got worse than it was before, ho
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| Prolly cop a script of Roxy
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| (Wait, we got—)
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| Prolly cop a
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| (Fuck, when we doin' this bullshit?)
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| Prolly, prolly cop a, prolly cop a
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| Prolly, prolly
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| Prolly cop a script of Roxy, Oddy kinda sloppy
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| Got me dodgin' all these bodies, bodybag 'em in the lobby
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| Droppin' Adderall in alcohol, and then I pop a fucking Oxy
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| I’m a zombie, I’m a motherfucking dead man walking
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| Speak on Oddy name, it’s just another dead man talking
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| Got these dead men stalking, copy silhouette chalky
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| Typin' out your problems, just another red-handed Hawking
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| Cherry-flavored dick, Ruby got these chickenheads squawking
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| Do it how I does it, yeah, fuck the way they say they taught me
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| Please just fucking off me
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| Plague is pleading for diseases, so y’all, get the fuck up off me
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| Only sayin' cheese when I ask how much they brought me
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| Fuck a frame freeze
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| Command delete on these fucking paparazzi’s offspring |