| Lately I’ve been feeling some type of way
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| It’s like I been contemplating a daze and
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| How I been observing you, working you
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| It’s enraging how u think you’re gon go and save me
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| I’m feign’a deliver my statement
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| I’m still the same person you been 'ferring to
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| But you got your plot twisted, makes so sick
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| So fix it turn it up listen
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| Burning some incense, working a mission
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| Researching my victims
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| I’m like this idea
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| Lit up like Ikea
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| See yea I’m right here
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| This ain’t refurbished what I’m serving you
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| This all original critical moves
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| Never the typical blues
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| I’m sicker than u
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| (never the typical blues)
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| Yeah, I’m sicker than u
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| My primary color bleeds the same time every month
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| Like I recognize that your fucking flex
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| Is a sign that you’re stumped
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| I’ll terrorize at your gut, frighten your future son
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| Before his life has begun might remove the one
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| So it dies at the front
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| Demise at your legacy
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| Starts when I’m rhyming it heavily
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| I’ll deprive of your anything
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| 'fore it might see the sun
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| What made you think that
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| You was ahead of me
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| 5 foot one, rise to the jump
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| That’s the head in me
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| Yo I bid time in the sun
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| You were meant to invest in me
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| Find me heavenly steadily
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| So I can steady you readily
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| With time ahead of me
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| Deadily easily
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| One of my camp’s greatest to date
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| When the time is in effect, abrasive
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| I’ll take knives to your chest
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| Inflate to spit rhymes in my breast
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| Spit fire high then death
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| You’ll recognize all these signs
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| When its right at the end
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| Then what finally ties around your neck
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| This life is my friend
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| So I’ll fight for it at any time
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| That I can in spite of my
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| Body
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| Now throw the trunk with the body
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| In the trunk there’s a body
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| In the trunk there’s a chest
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| Reads off and I quote
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| You don’t own me
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| That’s right, in bold letters
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| Yo she can go get it
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| In one shot
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| She made your world go pop
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| Ey yo a whole lot of blood lost
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| It makes you stop
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| Breathing but listen
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| When I say you can’t feel it |