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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window,
The light be comin' through it in the
Old ass walls and
But it's like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, recommended
Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the
I your favorite major rapper, left him independent
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, niggas
I'm borderline to slaughter
up niggas in order
Of who you think can really with me most
Then I the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If weren't talking 'bout the bread
These be toast
at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug dealers turn bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a that was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, try
Ain't no 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