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Hatin niggas thinkin the air of me Motherfuckers is not scarin me Nigga you’re not hearing me Nigga you never heard of me Who’d be the first cocksucker that want to murder me? Whip engineer down in Germany Outside scene but the inside’s Burgundy Life ain’t promised but nigga death is a certainty Bubbling and struggling, yea like the purp with me And get faded, no head but Elevators broke them niggas and take the stairs up I’m real, you ain’t nigga so don’t sompare us You the type of nigga I tears up Just like a tissue So killing you ain’t issue Get stripes in the whistle and you still ain’t official [Chorus: x2] So screw y'all, I never knew y'all You clickin like yellow lights, I’m runnin through y'all Screw y'all, I never knew y'all Y'all pimpin at the end of the phase, I’m runnin through y'all dance with the devil, I bet you you’ll pay the price Couple niggas die and a couple will get life Couple niggas change when they get to see the light Couple get a second chance and do the same shit twice Doing wrong shit but I can do it right That’s the life, you don’t know what I could welcome you tonight Get a light, sit back, nigga welcome to the flights When the cheese fly high, these ride by and you try to bring em love Me, I’m getting sick of dope rhyming, Singapore You don’t like that? Nigga middle finger though These niggas won’t match but I bet you they clingers do Yap to yo face but the battle swingin low These first teeth next, you don’t want beef yet Getting money nigga so I don’t make cheap threats The tray pound is the big three and you ain’t see the heat yet [Chorus: x2] They say half the world sick in the brain Takin flicks of a man getting hit by a train No way, too many people that are rich will complain While the homeless sing in the rain, living off change Other countries claim that heroes suicidal Over here it’s strange, fake killas become idols Don’t believe in gangsta? Let’s swear on the bible Keep the enemy close, now yo best friend yo rival Tryna be honest in a land full of crooks When they’ll read your rights and they’ll hand you the book Mom cryin up in court while you can’t even look Can’t compare to the bombs or the kids that stand me up Who’s written and I wanna rollie This is the rap race, now we all nothing but rollies Tryna find the snakes of the grass, I gotta smoke it Now lookin for the driver but still waitin for my moment [Chorus: x2] Stop fooling with these folks who haven’t been through anything You are not going to get a flaw from people who have not been crushed The real flow of glory will always come from somebody who’s been crushed There will be a flow from out of him like you have never seen before It’s beyond anything you have ever seen before Somebody shout, let it flow
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