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Fuck y'all want from me?

Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me, y'all wanna die in the chase of things

We all gon' die, embrace the thing

Trapped inside a burning church

Made it out alive

God know my worth

Raw face, Scarface, your face

More defeat, I know it hurts

Twenty of 'em

Twenty on call, got twenty in my hand

Got twenty on judge, gave twenty to my dog

Got twenty on girls that'll fuck you to (Zoom, zoom, zoom)

That'll fuck you, then fuck you over

Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover

Take the heart you thought you had

Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

**** takes all (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

You're dead to me

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

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Hey, hey, ready, set, go crazy, hear the finesse, you see I'm gettin' mines

Life hit a **** with a lemon's lime

Light, but at night, we still committin' crimes, spinnin' rhymes

Bought a coupe with a spinnin' rim, get inside

Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide

Clean me up, beam me up to the other side

Brothers die 'cause coons turn to butterflies

They don't wanna see me sittin' in a Benz

They don't wanna see me livin' on the end

Of the city in a citywide bend

Show no pity in a city full of sin

They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check

They just wanna see me swimmin' in the debt

Don't drown on ground, wait until you hear

9-1-1, freeze, dead (Zoom, zoom)

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

**** takes all (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

You're dead to me

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you're with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

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I move like a millipede

When I flex them tendons like rubber trees

Young Billie Jackson back to the shit

Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory

Stack bodies, not figurines

Move beneath the surface, submarine

I'm half machine, obscene with the light sword

Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward

What you standing on this side for?

Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg

Spit slick, attack is subliminal

Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister

Stand behind my own bars like a seasoned criminal

Gotham City streets, I'll blame the ****

Crushing any system that belittles us

Antidote to every poison they administer

Switching like time signatures

Colours in my aura tend to cover the perimeter

Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through

High-res lasers wanna (Zoom, zoom, zoom)

Wool over your eyes

My strength ain't nothin' like my size

Blades on the tongue, Kathleen Cleaver

Tangle my chords like a weaver (Join them)

Opps on the radar (You're dead to me)

How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me)

**** takes all (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

You're dead to me

You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me)

Don't care who you're with (You're dead to me)

Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me)

You're dead to me

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