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The number one rapper in the world!
N9ne!
I am what? out of fucks!

Fed up everything I'm cynical than I ever been
I'll make the Beretta if any comin' up at a king
Alluding to a leader livin' a better dream
Kinda the brother on the side of Coretta King!
But the people they me a monster
I need a getaway and may need some
Band in my hand I'm crazy and bonkers
Like I'm and my baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good
They wanna take what you
And put you out in the river without a bout,
I give you doubt if you is a fallacy
And but a salary digger!
I'ma relay the message you're decay
If displays a deathbed you wanna delay
The drama today that Tech he gonna repay
The one in the way I it wit' a Llama to spray!
When I spit it, niggas, it
'Cause I wit' it, big digits
Got 'em livid, when I quick it
They don't dig it but the spirit is not authentic
Not a pity party but I'm fed up with the
And how they wanna spit and hit the gentle faces
Not even knowing we sick and mental
I open up they mouth wit' a fully and dental shit!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Is it I'm having a panic attack
And I'm tired of fact that I'm starving like Marvin
of a battler veteran
Get you from out of
Hit you for standing there, man in here your manners
And your mannerisms
mouth of a minimal double dribblin'
Stuffed up a Ritalin got me
Got me feeling the pit adrenaline
Sitting inside of a prison
sharpened and bank targeting (get 'em!)
Is it I'm having a panic attack
And I'm not gonna have it fresh outta
And I don't it a habit
I don't know the and really the fact
That you not giving a I practice
I seeing on you wishing my tactics
Now the blood up on my and I'm watering my cactus
tackle a pterodactyl and shackle 'em and ride on the back of 'em
Slapping them in the abdomen hurry the flappin'
We flyin' to Strangeland and a pretty penny
And poppin' on the collar like I'm hiding the
I am who the pretend to be
Get offended by me they depend on my
There's a penalty
Finna be the epitome of an enemy
In a minute we cut the noise and become a
Catch a
Family finna be getting behind a dynasty
N9na and me signin' these twin
Time to be violently murdering my mind and become by me and igniting the dynamite and then me Swish!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Bleed ya if you got the funk a milli
Nothing but a sucka billy
really we had enough of the silly negras
Agreed get the heata bussin' up to freeze ya
I'm an when ya on ya hatin'
Kinda conversation I'ma bomb ya
my congregation of non-sedation
The Don's awakened achin' the of Satan

Who call my and I'm goin'
I'm kinda plain out of my
My combination ain't
like I'm facing a eye socket
And breaking his pocket
It's achin' the time clock is wastin' a box is awaitin'
I'm salivating they me the killa, killa
no feelings it's sentimental a general
I'ma 'em, hit 'em all in the middle they feminine
All bitching is non-missable zippiter
Get to it in the genitals
When I spit it niggas
'Cause every I come with it
The victor definitive pen and pad pennin'
And pennin' it and the pyramid I'm making it
Here to an initiative
get it and fittin' in where the position is
Put my life and my money at risk for this
Give me mine I don't give a fuck what is
Listen I'm a diamond amongst shit and I'm killing

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!