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I got motherfuckers claimin' that they like my shit

I got motherfuckers claimin' they might bite my shit

I got motherfuckers sittin' on the road like drugged-out truckers

And they waitin' for the ruckus, 'cause they fight and shit

I don't like the shit, but it's part of this here

From fifth gear, I fit where they don't sit near

With big ears, so look here, ya'll gon' see fear

My mama told me, "Boy, go and get one thing clear"

That's the vision, yup, I'm from the mission, yup

Where we ain't grow up with a sippy cup, just fisticuffs

And if you hit enough, well, then you hit enough

I don't got the time to tell these motherfuckers what I think of 'em

O.D. from the no seats to nosebleeds

And proceeds keep my pro team on propene or propane

She got those fangs that choke things

I know pain, but this shit feel good, it's okay

Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm on one, I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son

Okay, I'm on one, I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son

Alright, hold up, motherfucker, wait a minute, yeah, what's happenin'?

All these fuckin' rappers left a mess, and it's now bafflin'

I walk in a room,and catch 'em standin' there like mannequins

I'm God to you people, Holy Spirit in me channelin'

Y'all need to quit the talkin', y'all some internet thugs

Needin' some love, or better yet, needin' a hug

So, quit with the drugs, you and your homie ain't been the plug

'Bout to spit this free game just for you and your cuz

So, tell me what the fuck they gon' say to me?

I can show you how to walk inside the label, leave it free

I can show you how to get right through the door without a key

I can show you how to roll the dice better than Chris B

Motherfucker, I'm so certified, one hundred guaranteed

Only rapper that can rap and snap producin' all his beats

If y'all wanna come for me, I wouldn't even do that B

Don't you bring that 'round me, if you really wanna see, motherfucker, 'cause I'm

'Cause I'm back on the money, black-owned down to the T

Tell these act-wrongs the picture back on, you fuckers see

Said I'm that one to take it back home and show the fee

They see many like you, they don't make it like Keith

Word of mouth that the king be ready for celebratory confetti

Let 'em sing the heavy or high note

I soap, scope tinge your many circle of yes-men

Damn, you put Jim with Carrey?

Oh, you an obvious rapper, I see the problem with rappers

I see the politic, actin' like you a politic rapper

Label that polish these rappers, able and pocket these rappers

And then they let 'em all go, hood-robbin' these rappers

I don't change for 'em, take the stage for 'em, feel the pain for 'em

Play for 'em, put the chain on 'em, make a name for 'em

Stain for 'em, blood in rain for 'em, make it safe for 'em

Rather kill 'em dead, get life out of the way for 'em

Okay, I'm on one I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son

Okay, I'm on one, I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son

Okay, I'm on one I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son

Okay, I'm on one, I don't need no one

And if you supposed to be my, then you should throw some

I got a twin by me, call that Olsen

Never backin' out, I'm really 'bout to go, son