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    This the end of all that fake shit
    I'm y'all replacement
    Ain't no difference between you rappers
    Y'all all make the same shit
    Yeah, my flow is phenomenal
    Build the beat like bionicle
    I'm the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible
    Yeah, the whip is lemon scented and the windows is tinted
    Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic

    Little bitch go run and tell all of your friends that the old oliver's dead
    I'll stop pretending, think I'm just gonna be myself instead
    I do this shit for everyone who's showin' me love
    I'm either workin' on the music or I'm rollin' it up
    Man ya'll be so played out, you trendy rappers gotsta go
    If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a pro
    You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff
    Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I've had enough
    You got me so fucked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit
    'Cause I care way too much about my family and this rappin' shit

    No, you won't find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib
    Rollin' up and celebratin' all of my accomplishments
    This right here on some honest shit
    I'm only rappin' from my heart
    If I was worried about the hits
    I'd make some pop shit for the charts
    And my bedroom zoning out
    Know my drip gon' end the drought
    All the kids who rockin' with me, ya'll know what we talkin' 'bout
    Yo, this the end of all that fake shit, I'm ya'll replacement
    Ain't no difference between you rappers
    Ya'll all make the same shit, bitch

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    I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel
    If I die alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel

    It's the reaper creepin' slow
    I know you see me when you dreamin'
    Been a minute, I was in it, I came back, but now it's seeming
    Beneath the scene they preachin' to the teens to pop them beans so
    It seems to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them c-notes
    At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth
    And every day I gotta choose between the verse and a hearse
    Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial
    And my head is my rival
    But see, the pen is my rifle

    These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame
    But I got kids who tell me that they held a gun to their brain
    Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song
    And that's something more important than what station I'm on
    Ya'll aiming straight for the charts
    I'm aiming straight for the chest
    I only speak from the heart
    You only riding the trends
    You fuckin' goof
    So try and say I'm lackin' the juice
    I'll body bag a rapper, tag 'em, send 'em back to the booth

    I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel
    If I die alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel

    I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel
    If I die alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right
    I hope you know
    I'm no angel

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    Composición: Jake Bowen, Mark Von Holcomb, Matthew Halpern, Misha Mansoor, Spencer Sotelo, Joseph Edward Mulherin y Oliver Francis

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