I mean don¡¯t think I don¡¯t even notice I made a lot of these bitches step their game up
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Or whip their game up
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But I ain¡¯t even salty though, I mean
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Here I¡¯ll go
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I¡¯m not even gonna fuckin blame you bitches no more
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I¡¯mma start blaming your CEO
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You just wanna move up but they gots you up
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Like your track¡¯s too tough then you see me flow
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Then all of a sudden you know that your bars shit be told
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Yall be thinking I¡¯m too busy, never see these hoes
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But I be letting bitches eat then I¡¯m back in a week
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I get back killing beats, call you PPO
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Send your bitches to the ward niggas
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You have a take at my time
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Spending money cuz I never had a dime
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I can¡¯t afford to live
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So I be make it back chillin
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Suckin off my partner, maybe I can get a board with this
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I wanna forget to grab a nigga scorcher shit
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Taking whores that spit all this phony shit
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¡®Cause I¡¯m all that they want
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So you think you¡¯re born again
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Man I¡¯ve been all that I need
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¡®Cause I can roar like a beast
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Something you and I will know if I leave
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She be so in yo T, watch every move that I be
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Make em even, make em glue to you beast
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¡®Cause I guess that I was too busy talking
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Got with me gutter bitches
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See the reason these label heads need me
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I¡¯m only tryin cook and cut these bitches
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I tall em all like
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You sell gum
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Come out and then hell come
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Come on te¡¦ now tell them
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They want beef then I bring to them well done
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They need meat, beat this, do it well done
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And I kill them
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So now we could do the whoopin and I pray for em
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Stay all on my shit
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That¡¯s a tear drop then you¡¯re welcome
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You¡¯re welcome
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You¡¯re welcome
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You¡¯re welcome
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Bitch
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Done came within my grim brain
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The way I flip, it¡¯s a fuckin shame
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In pain when I spit game, man shit I been slain but the kin name in vain
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Fuck it, taking that none of them sane
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But I know for one for sure that is insane
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They may stumble upon but we been banging
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Ain¡¯t no choppa would set when yo chin hangs nigga
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A bit of marvelous, with snow, mixed with a bit of chocolate
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We be giving the people, leave with apocalypse
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When they did this, I put em deep in necropolis
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Quick chyeah, real sick then I hop in this chick
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Pop in this new tech, nog in this bitch
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Giving her a lot of it
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Droppin this dick
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Oops , T a mind of her own
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See and I never know
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Do you mind nigga don¡¯t?
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Be alive and I see you now
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Hit a motherfucker nerve
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He hella disturbed
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Was given the word he deserved to be free now
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Celebrate til I drink hindo
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Elevating like see the fall
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Hella wakening, woke I been raw
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Have a nigga touching everything like a pinball
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More hell comes
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For frail bombs
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Course they¡¯ll come on your girl¡¯s tongue
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Or tell some scum you are fell stung
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Pour cells unsubscribe then you¡¯re welcome
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