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Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
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Y'all niggas pussy man
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I see it
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No wonder you walk around fuckin' mad all day, you broke!

[Verse 1: Conway]
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Ayo, Statik Selektah
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I got these niggas strappin' their vest up
Bitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the Heckler
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My OG's said, don't let these rap niggas stress ya, uh
Especially a nigga you had under pressure
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The Mac on the dresser, it had a compressor
So you don't hear shit when it clappin it wet ya
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Out we lurkin' all day, and if I happen to catch ya, two things - black bag or a stretcher
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I'm back and I'm fresher, never been to college, nah
Never had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa
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I'm straight nigga, writing down a set of weight nigga
But I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga
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You just a rapper, stay in your place nigga
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Before I had the goons blickin at your wraith nigga
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Stay in your lane and be safe, nigga
Or get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
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Ayo, no soul bitch sold my shit
Your pockets got holes I guess you're cheese, all swiss
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Let me squeeze tech got it running like boat, nigga
White stripes on the fatigue coat
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Fear of God high tops
My rhyme's got a clean
time stop
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I never idolized no nigga, never!
Never been shook of no nigga, never!
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Took over the phones in the building
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18th street stabbed the nigga a million times
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I've seen it with my own eyes
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He lost a bet on the Giants
All you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin'
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No CO's, somebody need to mop the shit up

[Verse 3: Termanology]
Ayo, It's a stick up
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I'm in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid
Every word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion
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I turn a shooter to a moving target
Trying to cop a Louis carpet
When I do this shopping for this new apartment
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The leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it
Molly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it
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I'm just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle
Rappers is broke, I'm going home to a Naomi Campbell
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Virgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle
Holy water in my bathtub with gold Roman sandals
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I'll rock a room but I'll be rockin' all across the globe
But rewind I had a stocking on ready to rob your gold
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I'm quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee
Monogram Gucci, jacuzzi, now that's a future movie
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I'm Benny Blanco with a weapon running by the train
Silencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins
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Hopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains, clocked a lot of fame
And you lil pussy boys not the same
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100 bottles in a week, celebrating life
Gave the door man $100 just to shake the ice
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Pussy, I'll take your life from you with the rusty eight
Earthquake your soul when I'm busting with this Russian K
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Selling eight balls your boy made a ton of cake
Now we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8