(Verse)
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Hammer tools, what you feel is new,
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With a trigger moves, this is true kitchen blues
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Thugging in the living room
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Designer killer we amount the new kind of figures
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Lord forgive me, I just never want them late fiends
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A product of skate key, with a hate breeze
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And lately, I’ve been dreaming death to those who hate me
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Proving that grind mode is the prime goal
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Focused on the wine toast, success on gline notes
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I’m a Brooklyn boy I find chouch wherever I go
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Where my pride shows, death before dishonor
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I don’t agree your honor, we’re treated unfair
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So my niggas hold the cannon, like Mariah this year
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I put your gap like 9’s and that, flows live and conscious pass
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Forgot the present cause my future came fast
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Hey, check out my melody, fuck being a celebrity
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You still would remember me
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(Hook)
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Fuck with me, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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Can’t fuck with me, I swear to God
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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Who I be? That’s right, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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(Verse)
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Look, flow spitter, inclined to redefine rap
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All this weak shit, I’m here to underline the facts
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That most of these rappers is all liars
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Like overtime games, they style is so tired
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Apply pressure when they can’t test us
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The same rap is a damn lecture
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Get your grades up, I swear to god you niggas couldn’t fade us
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It’s the team, they hold me down, like the Mexican connect
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Bullets feather through your vest, I never owned a chopper
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But when I stepped inside the booth I form a helicopter
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Vietnam rap, a neon necklace in the jungle
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Bokean work bomb, my life ain’t humble
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Fuck you niggas wanna do, I’m bout that G immoral ifestyle
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Word to my nigga Sean P, salute, oh yeah
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New gear, so I’m airing out your laundry
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Nobody warned you, my niggas feeling hungry
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(Hook)
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Fuck with me, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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Can’t fuck with me, I swear to God
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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Who I be? That’s right, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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(Verse)
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I tell you assess damn place, in spectators play
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And 16 feeling like a west craven team
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The best make a break, and fresh day to day
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And live from the sky where the steps made a way
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And my way is a waystation, where packages are
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Like heron, I’m propositions far as trafficking bars bars
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Dead on, as far as kicking in the back of door
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They wouldn’t give us room to rap so now the rapping involved
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This great tape, still on my rate tape, been on my gray bottoms
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I’m still on my ray phase, I’m still on the day to day
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Looking stars or how to keep your cool
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Outside with the remi, like they team old cruise
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And to the broads that be in for the all
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They going line for line know when they sniff out the chalk
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Tell them tantrums talk, Tera Patrick and her inch foots walk
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And I’m setting up money shots
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And my expense report is loaded, ha!
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(Hook)
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Fuck with me, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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Can’t fuck with me, I swear to God
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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Who I be? That’s right, you niggas can’t fuck with me
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You niggas can’t fuck with me
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Can't Fuck With Me
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| Realm Reality |
