(Intro)
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I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll understand this don shit
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I¡¯m The Alternative
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Something different
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(Verse)
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Her knee-deep in my payroll
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I¡¯m Vito Corleone to your Fredo
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My army move when I say so
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I calmly move with that yayo
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I think these bitches playing dead
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Make sure you kill em
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Do not confuse me with Taio
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There¡¯s no squad exempt
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Kill em at a large event
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Niggas with the biggest mouths is gonna pay the consequence
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There¡¯s no pun intended, I don¡¯t care if some¡¯s offended
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Pray for his fam, he don¡¯t leave the seeds unattended
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I¡¯m a grown man, how bout you holmes?
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I ain¡¯t impressed by your Jordans and your new phone
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I grew up in a group home,
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Where the kids never knew home
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There was barely a boot on,
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Now my jewelry is 2 tone
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Yes, yellow and white, I rumble with God and dance with the devil tonight
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I crumble the hard, advance with the pebbles of white
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The jungle was harboring some resembles of Christ
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These niggas used to laugh at us
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Now these labels throwing cash at em
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I emerged from a bottomless pit
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With one beeper, 2 phones and a bottle of criss
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Old hustler, new money,
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You a clown nigga, everything you do funny
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It was cool when niggas thought I was clews buddy
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Now you don¡¯t remember there¡¯s nothing that you can do for me
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Yall gon learn today,
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I spit venomous acid, you gon burn today
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The first words that I taught my daughter to learn and say
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Cut the check nigga
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Now everybody just turn and pray.
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(Outro)
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Our father¡¦
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Man fuck that
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I pray in the booth
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Ya dig?
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Blood, sweat and tears
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Ran, my pleasure
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Homie, salute, I¡¯m on deck forever
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Shout to Big Fendy, come up DVD
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Wuddup Fen, I see you shot the trap TV dot com
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That city boutique and all that
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We on!
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Pirates
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Ransom |