(Hook)
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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 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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(Verse 1)
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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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(Hook)
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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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(Verse 2)
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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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(Hook)
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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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(Verse 3)
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The hard work paying off ye
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I'm seeing alot
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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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(Hook)
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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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Chainsaw
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| Wiley |
