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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib nigga, top floor, the back room with the one little small window nigga
The light be coming it in the morning, old ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember, just like I it
Yeah I'm working, yeah I'm nigga

Look, it's the return of the Mr. burn
Not herpes infested, perfectly blessed with
A style that you F with, protection recommended
Cole the definition of weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I the button
Now take your favorite rapper, left them independent
Crying in the corner I ain't into sorta
Kinda, niggas
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order of who you think can really fuck with me
I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion, if weren't talking 'bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a please rappers
A bunch of words and saying shit I hate these rappers
the amateur 8 week rappers
Lil "whatever", just another short bus
Fake drug dealers tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall
Get exposed next to 6"4 rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork
Chosen by the man you hipster rappers
I reload the clip then I hit more rappers that
Straight shitting on these piss-poor
I'm
(laughs)
Never knew a that was better, revenue I'm good at getting cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat, if it's to be then it'll be
If it's not then fuck it I will try, ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cos one day everybody's gotta die, one day gotta die, oh
One day everybody's die, one day everybody's gotta die
My nigga, my