| Louder, ye coming in loud
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| Louder, to the up turning ground
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| Open up the cloud, everybody bounce
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| In this way for us, right across the earth
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| But, murder is the key that I drop
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| No fear it won’t stop
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| I’m about to turn the gap over
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| If you feel it in your gut
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| Kick it down, fuck it up
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| Turn it up, louder
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| Yo niggas, a couple of winners might give you time
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| I get to the finish line and rest out the thumb
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| No I don’t keep second to none
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| Had to help wish I could
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| Let you go by sit I would
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| A reckless time to cook this meal
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| Word up, I’m a young distance
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| Word up, know that I’m a persistent murderer
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| I could be just like this no over
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| See my findings, see my family
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| Now my sister got to unleash the river
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| Backpack on my back
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| Snapback up on my
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| Headback time to go back on my head
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| Get away when mom won’t be dead
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| And I’m really on my way
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| Louder, ye coming in loud
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| Louder, to the up turning ground
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| Open up the crowd, everybody bounce
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| In this way for us, right across the earth
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| But, murder is the key that I drop
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| No fear it won’t stop
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| I’m about to turn the gap over
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| If you’re feeling in your gut
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| Kick it down, fuck it up
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| Turn it up, louder
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| Hold up, wait wait
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| I’m late put the goal up straight
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| Whoever talk basic wins it
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| I ain’t got a problem, marksman shooter
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| Can’t get into my margin ruler
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| Run to it in this team you ain’t cooler
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| Distinguish air with some more though
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| And I ain’t talkin men you’re so curious
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| But add spice to things it’s all normal
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| I subtract the team gonna mess
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| I just might snipe your team come out fresh
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| If you don’t ride for me come out less
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| But now you don’t like me 'cause I left
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| I never did left though
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| Ross did never did dream or ever did seen
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| Or resembleing of a pistol
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| I till stay on top of the test score
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| Louder, ye coming in loud
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| Louder, to the up turning ground
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| Open up the crowd, everybody bounce
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| In this way for us, right across the earth
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| But, murder is the key that I drop
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| No fear it won’t stop
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| I’m about to turn the gap over
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| If you’re feeling in your gut
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| Kick it down, fuck it up
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| Turn it up, louder
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| The hard work paying off ye
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| I’m seeing a lot
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| Time’s awake me while I’m praying to God
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| If I’m getting one then I’m staying up drunk
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| I a solo to ages and a mop
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| Got 4 wounds tonight that’s a plus
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| So them wanna put me down like I’m a dog
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| And then change your minds when you see 'em got smoke
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| And I got knowledge of black taxi drivers
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| Got I’m up still make figures like porch
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| Grew out in a day, jay lodge
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| I got fresh haircut no budget
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| I stay away from barbers that touch
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| When I roll in the crowd I feel odd
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| 'Cause I been there already I was a old school bud
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| Gonna use brand new stairs and a mic
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| Have fuck with the light on
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| Louder, ye coming in loud
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| Louder, to the up turning ground
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| Open up the crowd, everybody bounce
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| In this way for us, right across the earth
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| But, murder is the key that I drop
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| No fear it won’t stop
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| I’m about to turn the gap over
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| If you’re feeling in your gut
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| Kick it down, fuck it up
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| Turn it up, louder |