Danny Brown - Savage Nomad lyrics correction

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[Verse 1]
Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (Style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (Yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap under the floor mat (Uh)
A weather man I be, I predict the forecast (Yeah)
Shower any beat with the dirtiest vocab
This was the sad man, he's to be a savage nomad (Style)
Shirtless, wear the vest, stayin' warm by burnin' trash
Give a toe-tag to a broke ass who talk fast but slow cash (Yeah)
Who you think ya dealin' with? My resume is killa, bitch (Style)
Dealt with so much pain that I don't even know what feelin' is
Block of boarded houses, in between them lie the killin' fields (Yeah)
Been through so many raids, we treat that shit like it's fire drill
Mayday, mayday, sound the alarm (Woo)
No ice on my neck but she love me for my charm
Might sniff on the weekend and sip on some xo (Style)
Back up in this bitch like I just fucked my ex-ho
My folks gon' take a green beret, kill the birds, leave to decay (Uh-huh)
Service when I word it, sweet enough to leave a tooth decay (Uh)
Oreo charades, I gave her "O" like in her "Kay"
Heard your music, feels sorry for anybody that plays
Just plays or even say that they like your shit (Style)
Nigga, I'm far from a ho, but life's a bitch (Uh-huh)
And if any other nigga got a problem with me
I'll pull up on your playground at a quarter to three, muhfucka

[Break]
*laughing*

[Verse 2]
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Who you think you're dealin' with, the flow Chinese arithmetic (Style)
Trippin' if they get real, nasty like black licorice (Uh-huh)
Always on some different shit, your whole style is impotent
I ignore a whore like an e-mail from Linkedin (Huh)
I put you further in that hole that you sleepin' in (Yeah)
Mix [?] listening to Minnie Riperton (Yeah)
It's quite simple, I'm mental, all over instrumentals
Detrimental to head, lyrics is quite the same (Style)
Fuck around and, eh (Eh)
Make them make my name (Name)
I whip the hair, you gotta wrap it up like you was him (I whip your hair, boy)
No, compete, continue
Doc attendin' to you
Think I'm dumb, they end up the way I cannot tell you (Mm)
Every day same shit, different porta-potty
Fuck the game up, you niggas buzzin' like a tyke
Bunch of Danny copies, but they trash and sloppy (Slop)
Mistake the boy and you deserve a highway robbery

[Outro]
*laughing*

Correct Savage Nomad Lyrics