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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window,
The be comin' through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn
Not herpes infested, just blessed with
A style you can't F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, mass destruction I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
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 really fuck me most
Then I tuck the close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for
If weren't talking 'bout the bread
These be toast
at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these
Especially the amateur eight rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit rappers with that
Straight shittin' on piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on I didn't eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then it, I'ma try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my