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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one small window, nigga
The light be comin' it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's 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 that you can't F with, recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, mass when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up in order
Of who you think can really fuck with me
Then I the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they weren't 'bout the bread
These be toast
at the fake deep rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed standin' to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I the clip, then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin'
on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day everybody die
One day gotta die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my