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Yeah, we
Back in crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass walls and
But just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you F with, protection recommended
'Cause the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I the button
I take your major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline to slaughter
up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking the bread
These motherfuckers be
Clap at the fake deep
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
Especially the eight week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another short bus
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get exposed next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with
shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was
Revenue, I'm at gettin' cheddar
on days I didn't eat
If it's to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my