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Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's just I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Suckers
Not herpes infested, just blessed with
A style that you can't F with, protection
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
in the corner
'Cause I into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
up niggas in order
Of who you can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
These motherfuckers be
at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
Especially the amateur eight rappers
whatever—just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm
Never knew a that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin'
on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, then fuck it, try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga