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Yeah, we
in Muhammad 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 like I remember, just 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
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't then he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the
These be toast
at the fake deep rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed standin' to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was
Revenue, I'm good at gettin'
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day everybody die
One day gotta die, my nigga, my nigga