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Yeah, my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
They just go about their business, never leave a witness
Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
Shit is ridiculous
I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault,
But everybody's responsible
They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream
But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
You dudes is comical
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Get that mother****er (Yeah)
Yeah
My brother told me "Go easy on those guys" (Guys)
They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise
(See the kiddo rise)
Beatrix, I'm gaugin' out they eyes (Eyes)
Every time these verses are reprised (Yeah)
Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue
To how they died (Died, died)
Think about it
You ain't really mad at me, you ******* mad at yourself
That shit is bad for your health
But **** it (**** it, go and drag 'em to Hell)
You a selfish mother****er, only pass to yourself
(Only pass to yourself)
Maybe I should tone it down a little,
Ask for some help (I should ask for some help)
But there's two types of people in this world (Yeah)
Those who gotta ask (Ask), and those who make it happen themselves
And I refuse to be a ***** like you, I'm not a bit like you
I've been stabbed in the back so many times
That it slipped right through
Life's a *****, but every dog has his day (Yeah)
Wait until that ***** bite you
Yeah, my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
'Cause they be low as ****, try me, come and test your luck
I be tryna chill, but the problems always level up
Feel like Meadow's dad, venting to a memo pad
When it ends, does it really all cut to black?
'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack (Slack)
I've been to Hell and back (Back)
Already walking dead (Dead)
Feel like a mother****in' zombie
So much ***** I'm denying *******
They get with us then they lyin' with us
Big stone, wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties, *****
Gutter grimey like a nineties *****
Doggystyle, the right position
Kiss the girls, make 'em cry
Tellin' more lies than a politician
Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
Burn the shit down, if the ***** win it
Only sold my soul 'cause I tried to flip it, huh
The ***** mine, use my tongue to write initial, huh
I take your flow, diss you with it, I ain't ****in' with it
Say "Mista, mista, please give me some of that, I need a fixin'"
We get high as ****, then we fight and ****
It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister, eye dilated
'Cause this 'cid is vicious, got a queen kissin' on my sex pistol
I'm in the Gucci, Snoopy, feelin' lucid, death grippin'
Drunk drivin', smokin' left with it
Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
It's probably Mathers, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic
I battle myself for practice, survival tactics, I adapt it
Then I ask God to show my way, but map He never handed
Satan's guestlist, ****in' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist
Turquoise settin' blood diamonds
Die for my necklace, only child syndrome selfish
Trapped in my mind , doin' a sentence
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please, help him, help him)
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please)
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