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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The room with just 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 like I it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed
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
up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the white man, you hipstor
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, then it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my