| Ugh
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| Yall know what it is
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| Get down like I’m unloadin' a clip
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| Bout time that I been chosen
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| Yall can never block my shine with a solar eclipse
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| Own the game like I was Activision
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| I just took the throne and never asked permission
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| And now I count it up like I’m a mathematician
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| Fuck anybody tellin' me I’m actin' different
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| I’m like, fall back and don’t test the beast
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| Said you want smoke but won’t step to me
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| Otherwise you’re gonna witness a grotest defeat
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| Like, die mother fucker but don’t rest in peace
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| Bitch don’t burden me
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| The nympho sure to be
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| All on my dick
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| I spit so thoroughly
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| Yall got next but I live dope currently
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| Turnin' my cash into cryptocurrency
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| Everybody wanna follow where Vin go
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| Bendin' backwards for me, this limbo
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| Chef cookin' I be comin' with the big dough
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| Anybody tryna get a slice, this Kimbo
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| Came up, now the rest irrelevant
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| Tell em' I be going in, no self-development
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| I’m a killer with the pen, don’t test the rhetoric
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| Quit school, got rich, I’m a blessed degenerate
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| I, I, I, I been a livin' legend
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| This is not a hobby, it’s a sick obsession
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| You will never see me spend a minute stressin'
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| Runnin' through these hurdles like an intersection
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| I been givin' blessings that I won’t waste
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| And my biggest weapon is my own faith
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| If a critic steppin' I’m a clip intestines with a Smith &Wesson like
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| No, wait
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| Better get runnin' don’t got a weapon, I’m talkin'
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| But I’ve been ready to bust and I’m fuckin' bout to
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| They know the devil been summoned
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| Don’t gotta tell em' I’m comin'
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| I got your brethren duckin' when I surround you
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| Damn, to real to put em up on the billboards
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| What I got, they tryna get it in pill form
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| Been a young king in a game, what I’m built for
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| Hearts break when I come through, stillborn
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| Ain’t know that we next
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| Ain’t let a label get hold of me yet
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| Not knowin' sooner that I don’t need none of you ho’s
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| Is probably my only regret
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| Homie I’m blessed and I don’t need day jobs
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| I make hits for a livin', I’m A Rod
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| No I don’t miss when the rhymes got aim
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| My life is a beach and I’m paid, this Baywatch, ugh
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| Nah ho, thinkin' I’m broke that’s priceless
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| My dough makin' eyes roll like nitrous
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| I go into grind mode, like lightning
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| Quicker than the speed of sound and that’s frightening
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| Y’all know what I done’s incredible
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| Probably the reason my funds been plentiful
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| Better fall back, you bums expendable
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| I aim down sights, put your lungs in reticles
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| Come get it, I’m a happily verse
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| Any half ass rapper that have any balls
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| Half of em' won’t ever get a fraction the growth
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| Braggin' about a bag, but they actually broke
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| That’s how it goes lookin' like attack of the clones
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| So I gotta hit em with immaculate flows
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| Captain the boat, no I never pass the controls
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| Bad to the bone, tell em' all I’m back in my zone |