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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 comin' it in the morning
Old ass walls and
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. Burn
Not infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, protection
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, mass when I mash the button
I take favorite major rapper, left him independent
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can really fuck with me
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't 'bout the bread
These motherfuckers be
Clap at the deep rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another bus rapper
Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the white man, you hipstor
I the clip, then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on piss-poor rappers, I'm back
knew a nigga 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, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my