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