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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back room with just the one small window, nigga
The be comin' through it in the morning
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, just perfectly blessed
A style that you F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin'
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up in order
Of who you think can fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they weren't 'bout the bread
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG gatekeep
The rappers
of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4"
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm
Never knew a that was better
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day everybody die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga