[Verse 1: Juice]
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Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in
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Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he gone in
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Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens
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Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak
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And fuck who you pretend to be, I'm tryna be the bigger me
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Body, the industry, fuck all my enemies
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Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge
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Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live
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Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip
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There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip
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Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin
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And I'm on my shit, bruh
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Tryna get advances and mansions
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Whole family like Manson
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Eating rappers like panson
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The truth, I'm the answer
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The proof in the pudding
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Real niggas saluting, they shooting
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They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one
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We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for?
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The big three and every day it's like I fuckin' ball
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Protect your neck and guard your grill, man
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Wall off the, yeah I'm synced that means my shit is awesome
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Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion
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Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics
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Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane
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Got them 47's, eight.9 Glocks, mac-11's
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Thirty eight.38's, do you get the message?
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[Verse 2: Meech]
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They talking but I don't hear it
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Fuck in my fear, and fuck the other rappers you comparing
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This shit hip with fear and any nigga you think can't even come near it
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These niggas finicky, they think we gimmicky cause at first our shit was a banger
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And we even traded the industry, it's funny cause eventually
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They understand I'm not a mere man, more like an entity
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Comes from a different fiber, generate radiant energy
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Myself in five years, that's the only one ahead of me
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I'm from the McCabe, New York, New York
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Named it twice, cause we fucking [?]
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Zombie game, walking dead, no man alive
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Can't fuck with thee, ya'll niggas got some nerve
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Within the week with a Hinduism yours [?]
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Nigga you ain't learn, I'll make you bite the curb
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Get it? Learning curb, amazing with these words
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Already got mine, but nigga I'm taking yours
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Growing pains, I never felt
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Shit I been numb since I was young, the chosen one
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Deborah's only son [?], 1980, Nancy gave birth to a loaded gun
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I know I'm blunt, speaking of blunt, I roll it up and smoke it
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Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden
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I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you proof is in heaven
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Life's a matter of preference, who's to say that hell isn't heaven?
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Annually, I dwell in thought darker than the other side of the spectrum
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Damn, Arc, give me a second, I'm never second, fuck it, we're never stressing
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Chuch
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