| Been about bars and beats since day, damn
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| Spit shit safe in a cave, damn
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| I don’t ever wanna do games, damn
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| Cheat codes if I’m gon' play, damn
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| I’m still fucking insane, damn
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| Make ten tracks in a day, damn
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| They don’t wanna tell me to slow down
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| Well, I’m-a speed it up like I’m getting chased down
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| Don’t really want no action, aye
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| Blast 'em with the fantastic tactics
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| Kill 'em with magic
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| Run up on niggas with passion, damn
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| Making you dizzy like merry-go-round, since you hit me up
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| I have been working and working and going all out
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| Put my foot on your neck with your head to the ground
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| If I stamp on your face then your brains will fall out like, egh, gross
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| I don’t like homicide
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| That shit is always up on my mind
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| Think about it, getting heart eyes
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| Might down six shots like Shoe Nice
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| I don’t mix my shit with flouride
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| Take a boy’s life if I knock a bitch jaw-side
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| Call then I get gassed then joyride
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| Been about beats since 1−9-9−9, damn
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| Don’t act tough when you’re not
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| Don’t carry Glocks when you’re never gon' ring them off
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| I don’t walk with a watch or ice on my neck
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| That’s baiting a hoe like damn
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| Spit on the beat like I hate it, damn
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| Spin around, feeling amazing, damn
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| Never catch this young Lxrd slipping
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| I hide in the dark with a stainless, damn
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| Round of applause for the kid
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| Quit my life and you just got sick
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| I go deaf when I wanna chat shit
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| Run your lips and I’ll cave them in, no way
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| I make tracks through the pain
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| Stacking up hits, got me feeling insane
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| I drop it all, I’m so sick of the weight
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| Don’t ask me questions, I hate to explain, ah, yeah-yeah
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| Woah, yeah (Don't explain shit on this side)
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| We just, aye
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| Hollow beats, bitch (Yeah, Lxrd)
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| Aye, yeah (I'm telling you)
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| Let’s do it, haha
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| Been about bars and beats since day, damn
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| Spit shit safe in a cave, damn
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| I don’t ever wanna do games, damn
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| Cheat codes if I’m gon' play, damn
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| I’m still fucking insane, damn
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| Make ten tracks in a day, damn
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| They don’t wanna tell me to slow down
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| Well, I’m-a speed it up like I’m getting chased down
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| Look, I don’t care about you
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| Down my gin and I drown my zoot
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| Drown in a room full of shit from you
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| These are the reasons I swerved from wolves
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| I see past your fucking powers
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| So thirsty, you’re causing traffics
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| No more love that I wanna give out
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| I was depressed with drugs in my mouth
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| So fuck that, swear I’m done being nice
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| Eye for an eye, make everyone blind
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| I keep the things on my mind confined
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| I don’t wanna share shit with your kind
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| Go die, I’m sized out for the times I tried
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| Go for the heat that I saved inside
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| Hide in the dark like I don’t need lights
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| Control yourself like you do your guys
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| I’m still a lost cause, got that right
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| Pills in a sock drawer on my bedside
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| Ain’t felt this way in a long time
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| I’ll fucking drown you in a long tide
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| You want war but I won’t fight
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| Wolvo called and then I signed
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| Real deal from a gold mine
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| We leaving bodies by the roadside, cheese
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| Yeah, make it, make it, make it, turn it 'round now
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| (Milly rocking, ha, milly rocking, yah, hahaha, cheese, fuck off) |