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    Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you niggas (Turn the beat up some)
    The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you niggas

    I been on
    So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn
    I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn
    It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin'
    I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned
    I'm in this bitch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn
    They play your shit, look at the gang and then we yawn
    Why would he make that lame choice?
    Man, these niggas couldn't score if they had game point

    And I'm 'Bron
    After the chip, I told my folks back home: So long
    I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
    I'm back in championship condition
    I can't resist all this winnin'
    It's like me and success built a bond

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    So let's stay brief
    I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me
    I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak
    The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn

    Hahaha
    Come on, I'm just fuckin' around (uh-huh)
    Yeah, uh

    Fuck the world, am I wrong?
    I'm in the V.I. p., a hundred niggas strong
    Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers: Put me on
    I ran it up, ain't take me long
    My life a story out of Psalms
    And I can put that on my mother, first-born
    In my city, I'm King Kong
    Kim Jong Un, to me, you niggas like this small
    Say: White bitch, I probably meant what a brick cost
    I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
    Then I'm gone
    Pinky ring of a don
    Bad boy like I'm Sean
    I'm like Goldeneye Bond
    That's twenty-five inf' beams scopin' out harm (brrt)
    So how you niggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on?
    You niggas is drawn
    You probably heard when I got shot
    I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (you heard that too)
    I been back home fifty times since all the rumors were chillin'
    These killers with me keep asking me: What we doin'?
    Them niggas bored

    Ayy, yo, get the champagne
    Ayy, yo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles
    We sprayin' this shit everywhere, we goin' to Illio's
    Tell 'em open the back room up for us
    Let's go

    And I'm 'Bron
    After the chip, I told my folks back home: So long
    I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
    I'm back in championship condition
    I can't resist all this winnin'
    It's like me and success built a bond (bond)

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