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Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The room with just the one little small window, nigga
The be comin' through 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 F with, protection recommended
Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in
Of who you think can fuck with me most
I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for
If they talking 'bout the bread
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the deep rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
Especially the eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you rappers
Chosen by the white man, you hipstor
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin'
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
'Cause one day everybody die
One day gotta die, oh
One day gotta die
One day gotta die, my nigga, my nigga