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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 comin' it in the morning
Old ass walls and
But just 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 perfectly with
A style that you can't F with, recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the
I take your favorite major rapper, left him
in the corner
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in
Of who you can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he duck then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they talking 'bout the bread
These be toast
Clap at the fake rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
Especially the amateur eight rappers
Lil' whatever—just short bus rapper
Fake drug turn tour bus trappers
complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed 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 that
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 meant to be, it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day everybody die
One day everybody die, oh
One day everybody die
One day gotta die, my nigga, my nigga