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Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the wall
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Stare at the stars, blink and they fall
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Stand tall and shrink, small
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Maybe they all fell asleep at the mall
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Y'all not clear what to call a career
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Stop the bus, I'm hopping off here
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Get down, snuck and got near
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Just to watch you drown in them crocodile tears
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Dressed up all black with a clown mask
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Shred the system, sound clash
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Fall back when my feet touch ground
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Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the pound at?
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Self-service, getting it to go
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A lot of work for a little bit of dough
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Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
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Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
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Still running, bound to build something
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Even though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
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Lil young'n, we kill assumption
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Come hit us up, you wanna feel the function?
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We proof of what you could do
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if you would have took the lead to speak truth
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You look cute little sheep in a wolf suit
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Lost on a rook move, shoot
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that sense of direction, misconception
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Get your check and then skip the lesson
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Get paranoid and collect protection
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Get destroyed by the boy just stepped in
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Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
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Nowadays they ain't tryna save a rat's ass
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Hit the gas and mash past the trash
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I wouldn't want it any other way and that's that
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On this tit till it's going flat
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When I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
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My crew stay deep and we don't relax
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Ain't going to sleep, too old for naps
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They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
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Well ring the bell, there ain't no more class
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Pot or smack, but don't know the facts
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Spot is packed, who owns the map?
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I'm not convinced, y'all overact
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You're on the bench tryna choke the bat
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I headline shows that they hoping that
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I get mine, they can go cloak and dag'
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You had the chance to hold me back
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I still advance, fade slow to black
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Y'all are just ants till it all collapse
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Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon
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Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap
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Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's doing
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We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of crickets
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and that's ordinary normal business
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And you trying to ignore the visit
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But your girl's online bout to score some tickets
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I was born a crumb, I'm a poor decision
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I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
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But first I'ma smash over ornaments
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and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's opinion
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We all rapper rappers
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We all wanna capture stature like any of it matters
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Ass backwards and a lack of words
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Only thing that you're killing me with is laughter
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They used to cap and call me a backpacker
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But they was mad I had my mack mastered
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Went up the ladder and I seen the ants
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So now I treat each track like it's the last chapter
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Can't take it for granted, cause when it's done
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I gotta subject my breath to the shit I've run
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Gotta respect the mess I'm sitting on
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So let's get it on until the nipple's gone
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Until The Nipples Gone
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