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Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window,
The light be comin' through it in the
Old ass and shit
But it's just like I remember, like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Suckers
Not herpes infested, perfectly blessed with
A style that you F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the
I take your favorite rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck he ghost
no need for discussion
If weren't talking 'bout the bread
These be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, then fuck it, try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga