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Yeah, we
in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be through it in the morning
Old ass and shit
But it's just like I remember, like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm workin',
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Suckers
Not herpes infested, just blessed with
A style that you F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon can end it
You know, destruction when I mash the button
I your favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the
'Cause I ain't into kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline to slaughter
up niggas in order
Of who you think can fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't then he ghost
no need for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the
These motherfuckers be
Clap at the deep rappers
The OG gatekeep
The would-you-take-a-break-please
Bunch of and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur week rappers
Lil' whatever—just another bus rapper
drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you tall rappers
Get exposed next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you rappers
Chosen by the white man, you rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers that
Straight shittin' on these rappers, I'm back
Never a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at cheddar
Reminisce on days I eat
If it's meant to be, then be
If it's not, fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the why, no
'Cause one day gotta die
One day gotta die, oh
One day everybody die
One day everybody die, my nigga, my nigga