They got nothin' for me
They want it for free
They carbon copy OD
They think they could spit with me
Can't spit with me, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
We not the same, baby, there's a lot of lost MC's
I gotta pause for G's, a whole lotta dick in the jeans
Dumb in the genes, DNA never what it seems
I spit 'til it fray at the seams
Yo, boy (Yo)
I get lost in these dreams, attack of the bass fiends
We need more than one mic, we go tag team
Wet dream, run a train on your spleen
I feel like Bowling Green, I feel like TCU
Whole lotta mad men comin' after you
Handcuffed to your own mattress
Handcuffed to the world spinnin' backwards
All eyes on you, guess you the actress
Don't you ever lay your fucking hand on me ever again
In your life, your life
(Yeah, it's my song 'cause you know better than
To fucking lay your hand on me again in your life)
Don't you ever lay your fucking hand on me ever again
In your life, your life
Sing it
Don't you ever lay your fucking hand on me ever again
In your life, your life
Don't you ever lay your fucking hand on me ever again
In your life, your life
Your life, your life
Look who's tired
Do you trust your man? (For what)
I don't [?] the goddess
The devil must be near (Mmhmm)
Or it's my subconscious (What?)
Open-source pussy with a big-titted daddy
Girls on the street, no brand, no IG
So dirty (So dirty)
But it's the nipple working it free (I guess)
Oh, okay, I'm the one that's unhinged? (Word)
That's what happens when you stop runnin' from your sins
I got thick skin (Ayy), money built in (What?)
No more fuckin' kings, no more fuckin' kings (Bitch)
[?] punkest fuckin' angel
Last king on Earth
We love you
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