Lyrics
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eurt
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si
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em
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touba
|
yas
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yeht
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gnihtyrevE
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Euphoria
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Them
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super
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powers
|
gettin
|
neutralized,
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I
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can
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only
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watch
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in
|
silence
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The
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famous
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actor
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we
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once
|
knew
|
is
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lookin
|
paranoid
|
and
|
now
|
is
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spiralin
|
You're
|
movin
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just
|
like
|
a
|
degenerate,
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every
|
antic
|
is
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feelin
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distasteful
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I
|
calculate
|
you're
|
not
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as
|
calculated,
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I
|
can
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even
|
predict
|
your
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angle
|
Fabricatin
|
stories
|
on
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the
|
family
|
front
|
cause
|
you
|
heard
|
Mr.
|
Morale
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A
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pathetic
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master
|
manipulator,
|
I
|
can
|
smell
|
the
|
tales
|
on
|
you
|
now
|
You're
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not
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a
|
rap
|
artist,
|
you
|
a
|
scam
|
artist
|
with
|
the
|
hopes
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of
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being
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accepted
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Tommy
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Hilfiger
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stood
|
out,
|
but
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FUBU
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never
|
had
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been
|
your
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collection
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I
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make
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music
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that
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electrify
|
em,
|
you
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make
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music
|
that
|
pacify
|
I
|
can
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double
|
down
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on
|
that
|
line,
|
but
|
spare
|
you
|
this
|
time,
|
that's
|
random
|
acts
|
of
|
kindness
|
Know
|
you
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a
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master
|
manipulator
|
and
|
habitual
|
liar
|
too
|
But
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don't
|
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Lyrics
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tell
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no
|
lie
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about
|
me
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and
|
I
|
won't
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tell
|
truths
|
bout
|
you
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Shoo
|
Shoo
|
Shoo
|
Shoo
|
Shoo
|
Shoo
|
Bee
|
bee
|
bee
|
bee
|
bee
|
bee
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Yeah,
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I'm
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out
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the
|
way,
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yeah,
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I'm
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low,
|
okay
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Yeah,
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the
|
island
|
right
|
here's
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remote,
|
okay
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I
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ain't
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thinkin
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about
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no
|
reaper
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Ni***,
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I'm
|
reapin
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what
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I
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sow,
|
okay
|
Got
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a
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Benjamin
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and
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a
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Jackson
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all
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in
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my
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house
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like
|
I'm
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Joe,
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okay
|
Hellcat,
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made
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his
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homeboys
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and
|
them
|
type
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sell
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they
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soul,
|
okay
|
Everybody
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wanna
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be
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demon
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til
|
they
|
get
|
chipped
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by
|
a
|
throwaway
|
And
|
I
|
might
|
do
|
a
|
show
|
a
|
day,
|
once
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a
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lame,
|
always
|
a
|
lame
|
Oh,
|
you
|
thought
|
the
|
money,
|
the
|
power
|
or
|
fame
|
would
|
make
|
you
|
go
|
away
|
Have
|
you
|
ever
|
played
|
have-
|
you-
|
ever?
|
Okay,
|
ni***,
|
let's
|
play
|
Have
|
you
|
ever
|
walked
|
your
|
enemy
|
down
|
like
|
with
|
a
|
poker
|
face?
|
Have
|
you
|
ever
|
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Lyrics
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paid
|
five
|
hundred
|
thou
|
like
|
to
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an
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open
|
case?
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Well,
|
I
|
have,
|
and
|
I
|
failed
|
at
|
both,
|
but
|
I
|
came
|
out
|
straight
|
I
|
hate
|
when
|
a
|
rapper
|
talk
|
about
|
guns,
|
then
|
somebody
|
die
|
They
|
turn
|
into
|
nuns,
|
then
|
hop
|
online,
|
like
|
Pray
|
for
|
my
|
city
|
He
|
fakin
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for
|
likes
|
and
|
digital
|
hugs
|
His
|
daddy
|
a
|
killer,
|
he
|
wanna
|
be
|
junior,
|
they
|
must've
|
forgot
|
the
|
shit
|
that
|
they
|
done
|
Dementia
|
must
|
run
|
in
|
his
|
family,
|
but
|
let
|
it
|
get
|
shaky
|
I'll
|
park
|
his
|
son
|
The
|
very
|
first
|
time
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I
|
shot
|
me
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a
|
Drac,
|
the
|
homie
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had
|
told
|
me
|
to
|
aim
|
it
|
this
|
way
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I
|
didn't
|
point
|
down
|
enough,
|
today,
|
I'll
|
show
|
you
|
I
|
learned
|
from
|
those
|
mistakes
|
Somebody
|
had
|
told
|
me
|
that
|
you
|
got
|
a
|
ring,
|
on
|
God,
|
I'm
|
ready
|
to
|
double
|
the
|
wage
|
I'd
|
rather
|
do
|
that
|
than
|
let
|
a
|
Canadian
|
ni***
|
make
|
|
Lyrics
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Pac
|
turn
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in
|
his
|
grave
|
Cutthroat
|
business,
|
you
|
got
|
shit
|
twisted
|
What
|
is
|
it?
|
The
|
braids?
|
I
|
hurt
|
your
|
feelings?
|
You
|
don't
|
wanna
|
work
|
with
|
me
|
no
|
more?
|
Okay
|
It's
|
three
|
G.O.A.T's
|
left,
|
and
|
I
|
seen
|
two
|
of
|
them
|
kissin
|
and
|
huggin
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on
|
stage
|
I
|
love
|
em
|
to
|
death,
|
and
|
in
|
eight
|
bars,
|
I'll
|
explain
|
that
|
phrase
|
It's
|
nothin
|
nobody
|
can
|
tell
|
me,
|
huh
|
I
|
don't
|
wanna
|
talk
|
on
|
no
|
celly,
|
huh
|
You
|
know
|
I
|
got
|
language
|
barriers,
|
huh
|
It's
|
no
|
accent
|
you
|
can
|
sell
|
me,
|
huh
|
Yeah,
|
Cole
|
and
|
Aubrey
|
know
|
I'm
|
a
|
selfish
|
ni***
|
The
|
crown
|
is
|
heavy,
|
huh
|
I
|
pray
|
they
|
my
|
real
|
friends,
|
if
|
not,
|
I'm
|
YNW
|
Melly
|
I
|
don't
|
like
|
poppin
|
shit
|
at
|
Pharell,
|
for
|
him,
|
I
|
inherit
|
the
|
beef
|
Yeah,
|
fuck
|
all
|
that
|
pushin
|
P,
|
let
|
me
|
seen
|
you
|
push
|
a
|
T,
|
You
|
better
|
off
|
spinnin
|
again
|
|
Lyrics
|
on
|
him,
|
you
|
think
|
about
|
pushin
|
me
|
He's
|
Terrence
|
Thornton,
|
I'm
|
Terence
|
Crawford,
|
yeah,
|
I'm
|
whoopin
|
feet
|
We
|
ain't
|
gotta
|
get
|
personal,
|
this
|
a
|
friendly
|
fade,
|
you
|
should
|
keep
|
it
|
that
|
way
|
I
|
know
|
some
|
shit
|
about
|
ni****
|
that
|
make
|
Gunna
|
Wunna
|
look
|
like
|
a
|
saint
|
This
|
ain't
|
been
|
about
|
critics,
|
not
|
about
|
gimmicks,
|
not
|
about
|
who
|
the
|
greatest
|
It's
|
always
|
been
|
about
|
love
|
and
|
hate,
|
now
|
let
|
me
|
say
|
I'm
|
the
|
biggest
|
hater
|
I
|
hate
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
walk,
|
the
|
way
|
that
|
you
|
talk,
|
I
|
hate
|
the
|
way
|
that
|
you
|
dress
|
I
|
hate
|
the
|
way
|
that
|
you
|
sneak
|
diss,
|
if
|
I
|
catch
|
flight,
|
It's
|
gon
|
be
|
direct
|
We
|
hate
|
the
|
bitches
|
you
|
fuck,
|
cause
|
they
|
confuse
|
themself
|
with
|
real
|
women
|
And
|
notice,
|
I
|
said
|
we,
|
it's
|
not
|
just
|
me,
|
I'm
|
the
|
culture
|
feelin
|
How
|
many
|
more
|
fairytale
|
stories
|
bout
|
your
|
life
|
|
Lyrics
|
til
|
we
|
had
|
enough?
|
I
|
like
|
Drake
|
with
|
the
|
melodies,
|
I
|
don't
|
like
|
Drake
|
when
|
he
|
act
|
tough
|
You
|
gon
|
make
|
a
|
ni***
|
bring
|
back
|
Puff,
|
let
|
me
|
see
|
if
|
Chubbs
|
really
|
crash
|
somethin
|
Yeah,
|
my
|
first
|
one
|
like
|
my
|
last
|
one,
|
it's
|
a
|
classic,
|
you
|
don't
|
have
|
one
|
Let
|
your
|
core
|
audience
|
stomach
|
that,
|
then
|
tell
|
em
|
where
|
you
|
got
|
your
|
abs
|
from
|
V12,
|
it's
|
a
|
fast
|
one,
|
baow-
|
baow-
|
baow,
|
last
|
one
|
Headshot
|
for
|
the
|
year,
|
you
|
better
|
walk
|
around
|
like
|
Daft
|
Punk
|
Remember?
|
Ayy,
|
Top
|
Dawg,
|
who
|
the
|
fuck
|
they
|
think
|
they
|
playin
|
with?
|
Extortion
|
my
|
middle
|
name
|
as
|
soon
|
as
|
you
|
jump
|
off
|
that
|
plane,
|
bitch
|
I'm
|
allergic
|
to
|
the
|
lame
|
shit,
|
only
|
you
|
like
|
bein
|
famous
|
Yachty
|
can't
|
give
|
you
|
no
|
swag
|
neither,
|
I
|
don't
|
give
|
a
|
fuck
|
bout
|
who
|
you
|
hang
|
with
|
I
|
hate
|
the
|
way
|
|
Lyrics
|
that
|
you
|
walk,
|
the
|
way
|
that
|
you
|
talk,
|
I
|
hate
|
the
|
way
|
that
|
you
|
dress
|
Surprised
|
you
|
wanted
|
that
|
feature
|
request
|
You
|
know
|
that
|
we
|
got
|
some
|
shit
|
to
|
address
|
I
|
even
|
hate
|
when
|
you
|
say
|
the
|
word
|
ni***,
|
but
|
that's
|
just
|
me,
|
I
|
guess
|
Some
|
shit
|
just
|
cringeworthy,
|
it
|
ain't
|
even
|
gotta
|
be
|
deep,
|
I
|
guess
|
Still
|
love
|
when
|
you
|
see
|
success,
|
everything
|
with
|
me
|
is
|
blessed
|
Keep
|
makin
|
me
|
dance,
|
wavin
|
my
|
hand,
|
and
|
it
|
won't
|
be
|
no
|
threat
|
I'm
|
knowin
|
they
|
call
|
you
|
The
|
Boy,
|
but
|
where
|
is
|
a
|
man?
|
Cause
|
I
|
ain't
|
seen
|
him
|
yet
|
Matter
|
fact,
|
I
|
ain't
|
even
|
bleed
|
him
|
yet,
|
can
|
I
|
bleed
|
him?
|
Bet
|
When
|
I
|
see
|
you
|
stand
|
by
|
Sexyy
|
Red,
|
I
|
believe
|
you
|
see
|
two
|
bad
|
bitches
|
I
|
believe
|
you
|
don't
|
like
|
women,
|
it's
|
real
|
competition,
|
you
|
might
|
pop
|
ass
|
with
|
em
|
|
Lyrics
|
Let's
|
speak
|
on
|
percentage,
|
show
|
me
|
your
|
splits,
|
I'll
|
make
|
sure
|
I
|
double
|
back
|
with
|
ya
|
You
|
were
|
signed
|
to
|
a
|
ni***
|
that's
|
signed
|
to
|
a
|
ni***
|
that
|
said
|
he
|
was
|
signed
|
to
|
a
|
ni***
|
Try
|
cease
|
and
|
desist
|
on
|
the
|
Like
|
That
|
record?
|
Ho,
|
what?
|
You
|
ain't
|
like
|
that
|
record?
|
Back
|
to
|
Back,
|
I
|
like
|
that
|
record
|
I'ma
|
get
|
back
|
to
|
that,
|
for
|
the
|
record
|
Why
|
would
|
I
|
call
|
around
|
tryna
|
get
|
dirt
|
on
|
ni****?
|
Y'all
|
think
|
all
|
my
|
life
|
is
|
rap?
|
That's
|
ho
|
shit,
|
I
|
got
|
a
|
son
|
to
|
raise,
|
but
|
I
|
can
|
see
|
you
|
don't
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Wakin
|
him
|
up,
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Then
|
tell
|
him
|
to
|
pray,
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Them
|
givin
|
him
|
tools
|
to
|
walk
|
through
|
life
|
like
|
day
|
by
|
day,
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Teachin
|
him
|
morals,
|
integrity,
|
discipline,
|
listen,
|
man,
|
you
|
|
Lyrics
|
don't
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Speakin
|
the
|
truth
|
and
|
consider
|
what
|
God's
|
considerin,
|
you
|
don't
|
know
|
nothin
|
bout
|
that
|
Ain't
|
twenty-
|
v-
|
one,
|
it's
|
one-
|
v-
|
twenty
|
if
|
I
|
gotta
|
smack
|
ni****
|
that
|
write
|
with
|
you
|
bring
|
em
|
out
|
too,
|
I'll
|
clean
|
em
|
out
|
too
|
Tell
|
BEAM
|
that
|
he
|
better
|
stay
|
right
|
with
|
you
|
Am
|
I
|
battlin
|
ghost
|
or
|
AI?
|
Ni***
|
feelin
|
like
|
Joel
|
Osteen
|
Funny,
|
he
|
was
|
in
|
a
|
film
|
called
|
AI
|
And
|
my
|
sixth
|
sense
|
tellin
|
me
|
to
|
off
|
him
|
I'ma
|
blick
|
ni****
|
all
|
in
|
they
|
coffin
|
Yeah,
|
OV-
|
ho
|
ni****
|
is
|
dick
|
riders
|
Tell
|
em
|
run
|
to
|
America,
|
they
|
imitate
|
heritage,
|
they
|
can;t
|
imitate
|
this
|
violence
|
What
|
I
|
learned
|
is
|
ni****
|
don't
|
like
|
the
|
West
|
Coast
|
And
|
I'm
|
fine
|
with
|
it,
|
I'll
|
push
|
the
|
line
|
with
|
it
|
Pick
|
a
|
ni***
|
off
|
one
|
at
|
a
|
time
|
with
|
it
|
We
|
|
Lyrics
|
can
|
be
|
on
|
a
|
three-
|
hour
|
time
|
difference
|
Don't
|
speak
|
on
|
the
|
family,
|
crodie
|
Talk
|
about
|
me
|
and
|
my
|
family,
|
crodie?
|
Someone
|
gon
|
bleed
|
in
|
your
|
family,
|
crodie
|
I
|
be
|
at
|
New
|
Ho
|
King
|
eatin
|
fried
|
rice
|
with
|
a
|
dip
|
sauce
|
and
|
a
|
blammy,
|
crodie
|
Tell
|
me
|
you're
|
cheesin,
|
fam
|
We
|
can
|
do
|
this
|
right
|
now
|
on
|
the
|
camera,
|
crodie
|
Ayy,
|
fuck
|
y'all
|
ni****,
|
I
|
don't
|
trust
|
y'all
|
ni****
|
I
|
wave
|
one
|
finger
|
and
|
thump
|
y'all
|
ni****
|
like
|
mmm
|
Field
|
goal,
|
punt
|
y'all
|
ni****,
|
they
|
punk
|
y'all
|
ni****,
|
nobody
|
never
|
took
|
my
|
food
|
Whoever
|
that's
|
fuckin
|
with
|
him,
|
fuck
|
you
|
ni****,
|
and
|
fuck
|
the
|
industry
|
too
|
If
|
you
|
take
|
it
|
there,
|
I'm
|
takin
|
it
|
further
|
Psst,
|
that's
|
somethin
|
you
|
don't
|
wanna
|
do
|
Ooh
|
We
|
don't
|
wanna
|
hear
|
you
|
say
|
ni***
|
no
|
more
|
We
|
don't
|
wanna
|
hear
|
you
|
say
|
ni***
|
no
|
more
|
Stop
|
|