Believe me, if I started murdering people
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There'd be none of you left
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Basically hit you with the hard nigga recipe
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Fuck you, if you ain't with me, you're next to me
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Fuck you
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I ain't one for the small talk
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Goes to get it in it like Nucky on Boardwalk
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Real grinding nigga though, I'mma let the four talk
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You ain't got to hear me, dog, you could hear the lower talk
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Uzzi at the place when the shorty blow the doors off
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Free my dollar bills and killing niggas that they kid me
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Nothing on your bitch face, rain is in the sick place
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Maybe it's the wax or the fact that I'm shit phased
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Rap spelled backwards is par, you ain't up to that
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If your shit sound whack, I had enough of that
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Fuck 'em all from the bottom to the top
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If you left it up to me, yeah, all of 'em be shot
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A bull's eye on the forehead
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Fuck whack rappers, leave 'em all dead
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Why do you wanna call me a murderer for?
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I've never killed anyone
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I don't need to kill anyone
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I think it
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Voices in the attic, bodies in the basement
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People under the stairs hold my guns and chasing
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When I buy a brick I bring the best set to taste it
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Zombies out here, yeah, this shit is like a wasteland
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I don't give a fuck about no goddamn bath salts
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P91 to blow half of your mass off
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Face all over the asphalt
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No track down here but whips, it's like NASCAR
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Weed in the glass jar, shot 'em in the head 'cause the trash words
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Then I got ghosts like Casper
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No, I get ghosts like myself
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If I rap like you I put the toast to myself
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I shit on you, you mic booth in your board
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Why don't you find a bridge and bungee with no chord?
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Or build yourself a pool full of swords
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Dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it
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Maybe I should've killed 4, 500 people
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Then I would've felt better
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The healthiest nigga in New York, smoking Newports
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I'm not a new boss, I'm in the new Porsche
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My Nike sneakers they be my like sneakers
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Jogging on the beach with my wife beaters
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Word to Obama mama, Jeffrey Dammer drama
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Swiss got keys, pianos and Alicia
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When I be talking keys I'm talking coke and the Keisha
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I know chicks that swallow cum and they still suck it
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Miscarriage hoes, fowl 'cause they still fucking
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You know the deal, they don't even wait to heal
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My booster bitches, they can't even wait to steal
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My favorite sex position is the 69
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I fuck her 6 while holding my 9
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Amsterdam, stuff blunts, call 'em sumos
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Walking out the walk with a veggie meal, you know
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Kick your feet up like weed up, show your speed up
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It's the killing spree, lyrically deceive your infantry
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Listening to me gets rappers killed like demon frequencies
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Sympathy, it's never felt like infants hitting me
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I'm spending all that fire, all y'all niggas smell like hickory
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And chard wood and I've been talking with giants
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Walking with lions, went straight to hell and formed an alliance
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Scorching the highest highness 'cause they ain't chosen like I am
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Spitting all this hard shit, my tongue should morph into diamonds
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Coated in iron, enforced with the thoughts of the dying
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Man, I wish you had it to realize you're far from flying
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Fuck you Icarus, lyricist floating, we're watching trees
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I put that infinite, limitless soul, I'm dragging with
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Don't test my greatness, sadists and caters will scorch the pages
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If you read between the lines you'll find higher minds than the sagest
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Might realize more detail than entail the craft and the David
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I am not a fucking rapper, I speak and happen to make hits
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Mansion Murder (Remix)
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