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Okay | Uh-huh | Man, I feel like the one they do not wanna play with
Okay Uh-huh (Man, how the fuck I start this?) Man, I feel like the one they do not wanna play with Ain't number one, then I'm jacking you racists No, I'm sick and done of y'all wasting my time Every second you get, can you please Apple Pay it? I went to therapy so I could get me some clarity on why y'all act like a bitch Thought I was trippin' when I heard y'all yippin' and yappin' Y'all actin' real passive and shit Passive aggressive, but if I turn passive, it's all of a sudden You a pacifist, bitch Who mans is this? I took a sniff in his room, and it smell like a bitch Now, d-d-d-did I stutter? Pussy boy tryna act tough, but it sound like they b-b-b-buffered All I hear is clutter Hate when thеy say they ain't suckers then b-b-b-burst likе a bubble I'm doing too much, my brodie told me I ain't doing enough They go blue in the face and then blue in the gut If they buggin', make sure they medullas get rough That's how you school a punk Every day I get pettier, feel like Kenny DiCaprio flow, but my coat is DaVinci I'm all for the gold 'cause these hoes coming plenty It's out with the old, fuck these old heads, dummy Go ahead, buddy, get to that bread Get you some hoes, get you some head These days, everybody ain't on shit So real talk, focus on you and your dad Shawty gon' say I ain't shit, huh I'm like, "You right, lil' sis," huh "If you won't give me my money" "You gettin' put on a list" Fuck being friendly, no buddies 'Cause all of y'all act like a bitch All my life, y'all did me wrong So now, I be grimey as shit I need all of mine, need all the shine Petty as shit, give me all of my dimes Nickels, pennies, even dollars and fives If they fuckin' with me, we gotta ride Return of the Khan, word of advice, I ain't workin' with y'all Fuck 'em, they ain't fuckin' with me, we ball Motherfuckers who done been where we are Tryna call me, tell them all, eat a dick Told Saru, this the timin' we on New friends, no, I'm good off that shit Money moves, ain't no strangers involved Told David, "I'm the reason you rich" Only one who can judge me is God Only one who can judge me is I If they fuck with me, get smoked like a za' And that's word to my guys, Khan Wait, what the fuck? Where the fuck did the beat go? I'm tryna snap Bitch, I ain't done yet, bring that shit back I am not up yet, I can't relax We in the function, turned to the max Get to the munyun, run up these racks Foot on they necks, can't let 'em react I talk with my chest, they be talkin' to yap I walk with no limp, they be walkin' shit back Steppin' on toes, who be steppin' like that? Featherweight giant with a heavyweight jab Tell FUNKFLEX, "Drop a bomb in this bitch" I'm the new nine-eleven, I detonate fast Big ups to Brooklyn, we runnin' this bitch Show love to my city, the rest of them ass These days, rappers be actin' like bitches I cannot get with it, get sent to the back And I got God as my witness I'll witness this shit, right before you get slapped, Khan
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