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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass walls and
But it's just 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, 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 the button
I your favorite major rapper, left him independent
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
up niggas in order
Of who you can really 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
These motherfuckers be
at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate rappers
Especially the amateur eight week
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's meant to be, it'll be
If it's not, then it, I'ma try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga