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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' 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 that you can't F with, recommended
Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
Line up in order
Of who you think can really with me most
Then I tuck the close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for
If they weren't talking 'bout the
These be toast
Clap at the deep rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck you, you Pitchfork rappers
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on I didn't eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no 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