You think you know me
I-i'm-i'm, I'm pretty sure I coughed on fuckin' every song
Woo, ayy, no lie
Hahahahahaha
My bad, fight
Let's see you that shit, you know what I mean (shit mh)
Say, uh, yeah
Said, uh
Big dope, niggas bone, bitches shake
Records gold, cracker pay me
'Round here, niggas really think shit great
Black ears, big guts, since the mid-eighties
Since a little baby (sad, yeah)
Left wing, Hades (uh)
Her white folks like beer (like beer)
Rich, young swan, I'ma see 'er (see her)
Fuck him, he is not top-tier
And he never-ever spit a fuckin' rhyme that made me care (facts)
Big strap lookin' like a dildo (like a dildo)
Lookin' like a creep when I kick door (when I kick door)
Young, black male with the .44 (haha, brr)
Ha, I'm a terrorist (yeah), I don't spit raps, bitch I spit rhetoric
And I be in your kid's mind, gettin' leverage
I hate all white niggas, I'm prejudiced (yeah)
But I'ma take you niggas money like a reverend
Better than me, rather than you, I'ma bury it (right)
Tryna lead these niggas to freedom, Peggy Harriet (damn, Peggy)
Target practice on an Aryan
Redneck tears with a beverage (ha)
Dead cops on my songs, that's hilarious (yeah)
Are you mad 'cause a nigga done bought a gold tooth? (Yeah)
Are you mad 'cause you see me up in your Whole Foods? (Why?)
Man, these thick young dogs think they bulletproof
Niggas bone, bitches shake
Records gold, cracker pay me
'Round here, niggas really think shit great
Black ears, big guts, since the mid-eighties
Since a little baby (yeah nigga, uh)
Left wing, Hades (ah shit)
Uh, bitch, I'm on your street right now (yeah)
Creep up, turn right down (nigga)
I'ma show you what this hype 'bout, I know (figure it out, ha)
Uh, bowlin' for the Columbine (yeah), heard you want the nicotine
Sic up in his chin and make him move like Pistol Pete
Flash the burner in his face and make him pray to me (haha)
Amen
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