Mhm let's in
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Couple cyphus
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Couple features knock down
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And I ain't got no chill
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It's a beautiful murder
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Gonna let the murder star lights
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Up in the boof you know that I prefer the dark
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Or you or soldier then you're about to earn the purple hard
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Head you with a couple of sluts call it the work or beautiful murder
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I'm killing your trap rappers and you back backers
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As a funeral, you know what I do to wrack rappers,
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Then your hats rapper coming around me tryin' to act black em
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Be who you are, black clapper
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Is ironic 'cause some of my niggas is white,
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Niggas for life, niggas we icons bigger than life, nigga we vipons,
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blowin up who ever pick up the mike
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lettin' that hot fire, kissin' goodnight nigga I'm die long,
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beautiful murder I'm using the words to abuse em and serve em it's a fusion of musical murder
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prose em and heard of confuse I think I'm using the burner
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the music is shooting the .. that's confusing and further
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abuse me and murder guilty as child because I play hard
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I'm walking your label and hit your lan on with the A all,
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15 split splints, that's for pissing on lyricism that's for pissing on big dreams
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Why am I so angry with it, you don't know show about no rap
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You niggas can't be no critics, now millimeter .. wash your brain can get it
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Blow a porter on the wall and looks like banksy did it
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Beautiful murder, chopper rappers weakin the boof
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You pull up missing your roof but I ain't mention the coop
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I mean your head blown off nobody missing it's roof,
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I'm the illest nigga this is the proof
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Shit on your group like the picture would die read
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They twitching when I appear, and fear that I'm engine to fire
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If you say it, didn't get it style for me he's a son of a bitch and alive
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'cause he know the nigga is the pioneer,
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Beautiful murder the shit is so melodic
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The kind of shit that you listen to, why you hittin on some chronic
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And talking D tax I'm still mad about me, now I'm getting on a cronic
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I guess niggas they didn't know that I'm in.
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The best on the ghost for years even know all niggas close your ears
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I'm still here persevere the industry main ghost of most my pears,
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While I file with a cope and let toast the tears but fuck celebration
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Our celebrations, contusions, transfusions needed your blood using
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You're losing your vital signs, homicidal rhymes got the rival done
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Every time I spit my final line, and we beautiful
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Like in Italians .. but not from barnies that ain't suitable
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For the circle of bosses, no squares in my office,
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Not even a cubical
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I'm back killing shit as usual
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Hope I ain't losing you.
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No, no chill.
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From now don't call me no chill.
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Said two times
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Cop, hat up my cop?
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Niggas act like they don't know
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What y'all niggas don't know?
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hi, I'ma just keep opinion mother f*cker,
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Until you find out,
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Ain't fucking with me no chill
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Beautiful Murder
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