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Yeah, we
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top
The back room with just the one little small window,
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Suckers
Not herpes infested, perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a that can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin'
I'm addicted to slaughter
Line up in order
Of who you think can fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he duck then he ghost
Ain't no for discussion
If they weren't 'bout the bread
These be toast
at the fake deep rappers
The OG rappers
The rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus
Napoleon complex, you this rappers
Get standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
by the white man, you hipstor rappers
I reload the clip, I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If meant to be, then it'll be
If not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no to ask the Father why, no
one day everybody gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my