Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
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Watch your six
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Snatch that soul up out his shirt
and let that fucking body rot
Take that chance and let us dance
up in Hell's fuckin' parking lot
Shots inside my mind screaming for
cover but that barrels hot
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Got nowhere to run so I will never
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be stopped 'til I am at the top
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Take another swing up at the maker 'cause the
Verse 2
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motherfucker made us to be faded like the days
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Never save a bitch because they always gonna
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switch up like the blade up in your six so stay away
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Layin' on the pavement,
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what a motherfuckin' shame, I bet you wish you let 'em go, but you stayed
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Now the blade cut yo' face
And you lay, go to waste
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And you taste the bitter shit you
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let a bitch spit up on your name
I don't ever wanna go out with a hang
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So I blow up like the trade and leave
a motherfuckin bang
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Up the ranks
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Climbin' on the heads of pussies doubtin' like a mountain built up by my homies shouting, bitch,
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we lookin' like a gang
Pussies always totin that
thang
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But I bet you couldn't beat us
if we battle with the hands
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Bitches always battle 'cause
they racing for the bands
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I'ma keep it real and keep
on spitting for the fans
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Wonder what all of the masses will say when
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I do end up bein' the goat
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Talkin' they shit like they supported it when
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I sent 'em the links but they ghost
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Fake ones they come unlike real ones they go but
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there's one thing we should always know
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It's that the fake motherfuckers will come like the moths just
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soon as your name starts to glow
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Puttin out a ci garette
On your fuckin leg
'Til you beg
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Pussies put me to the test
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I ain't gonna rest
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'Til I am the man that people Stan like I'm a god among the lands but I
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remain the same 'cause I don't give a fuck about the shit that brings fans
Ice and the bands
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I'm a voice from the stands come and take my fuckin
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hand 'cause we bang
Bass bump hard in the thang
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Spittin like a villain killing cliques
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with my hands
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Changing the game 'cause I'm sick of
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the shit that these idiots spit so I open a pit
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Darken the days, bitch,
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I put my own twist and I murder this shit, you just have to admit
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Take a minute 'cause I did it,
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bitch, I said I would
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Put my name out in
the air so you could
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Start to make out that the demons emerging
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from under the wood, I will be understood
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Snatch his soul up out
Verse 3
his body
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We don't need a motherfuckin
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shotty
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Barkin', bitin' like a rotty, darkness swallows,
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now he got me and I drop
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Straight down to the grounds
Of hell and I'm ready for the future that
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the man will tell
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Pentagram drawn at the gates and I wake to
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the sound of a big ringing bell
Outro 1
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