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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back room with the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the
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. Burn
Not herpes infested, just perfectly with
A style you can't F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, mass when I mash the button
I take your major rapper, left him independent
in the corner
'Cause I ain't sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
up niggas in order
Of who you think can fuck with me most
Then I tuck the close, if he don't duck then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
These motherfuckers be
Clap at the deep rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more with that
Straight on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
on days I didn't eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, try
no need to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day everybody die
One day gotta die, my nigga, my nigga