| Church
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| Yeah, I’m back, motherfuckers
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| They mad 'cause my little fuckin' profile picture ain’t poppin' up on their
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| stories
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| Hahahaha
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| Church
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| Look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| You see my spot
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| It makes you mad
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| With rap, you drop or die
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| And I’ma grab
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| Got a text last night about hateful spite
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| Somebody sayin' they could body me up on the mic, yeah right
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| Stay lookin' in the mirror
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| Not even up in the venue and gettin' stag fright
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| My pencil point got more lead than a pncil, boy
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| Thinkin' that you got a genius ploy
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| It’s like a little kid dressed as a baby cowboy
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| Poppin' paper taps with a fuckin' toy
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| Miss me again, like always
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| I wish you would, I’m a sawblade
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| I’ma cut through the underground game
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| Like I need to remove the trash down in the crawlspace
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| the ammunition like an arms race
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| Firin' every shot with a boldface
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| Erased the hip-hop spot
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| Less than he’s even bein' honest
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| Honestly, bitches be gossipy
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| I’m such a star my nickname Astronomy
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| Hurt you with a pen and pencil
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| Then cut all your throats with my pocket that’s full of apostrophes
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| You are a not-a-me, only a wannabe
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| Dude, you’re an asshole
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| , nope, sodomy
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| And I ain’t sorry for bein' that honky
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| When y’all faker than Morgan Wallen’s apology
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| Look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| You see my spot
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| It makes you mad
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| With rap, you drop or die
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| And I’ma grab
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| You see my spot
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| It makes you mad
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| With rap, you drop or die
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| And I’ma grab
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| So famous, I got a TikTok
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| But I don’t waste time on
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| tick-tock
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| Don’t only beat-code with a wristwatch
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| I don’t wear one, I make time like a boss
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| And you gon' be thirsty for me
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| I guess I’m hosin' you off
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| If your mouth is still open when you talkin' shit
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| You flushin' my sauce
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| Scientific, with it
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| You the kind that say, «Be more pacific»
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| I’m the kind of designed hieroglyphic
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| Even when you try to copy me, your mimic
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| Is a sloppy copy with some fingers missin'
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| You couldn’t shoot a bird with fuckin' sign language
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| So many people booin' at your shows
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| Only time you rap is to a
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| I say it so candid 'cause I can and did
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| And I will continue to dish out all the damage
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| If we go to war on the mic I’ll kill everybody
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| And be the last motherfucker that’s standin'
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| Then sweep all your parts to the side
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| So other rappers can examine
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| To see what happens to these motherfuckers
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| When you bother the guy that is mindin' his business
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| Look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| You see my spot
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| It makes you mad
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| With rap, you drop or die
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| And I’ma grab
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad
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| You see my spot
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| It makes you mad
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| With rap, you drop or die
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| And I’ma grab
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| Look at these dudes, look at these dudes
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| I’m y’alls dad |