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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 infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style you can't F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I take favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline to slaughter
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I tuck the close, if he don't duck then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't 'bout the bread
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed standin' to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you rappers
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, then it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day everybody die
One day everybody die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga