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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back room just the one little small window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's just like I remember, like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly with
A style that you can't F with, recommended
Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass when I mash the button
I your favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they talking 'bout the bread
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these
the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, it'll be
If not, then fuck it, I'ma try
no need to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day everybody die
One day everybody die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my