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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back room with the one little small window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's just I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I the button
I take your major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, niggas
I'm borderline addicted to
Line up in order
Of who you think can really fuck 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 fake rappers
The OG rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
whatever—just another short bus rapper
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed standin' to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never knew a that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If not, then fuck 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 gotta die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga