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We got wicked ways, for your sunny days, we got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall, Got our d*cks topped off, but we still can't wait to be dead bodies
So many snakes spittin' venom, speakin' my name in vein
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunderin' pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Give me one good reason I should not be squeezin'
On every b*tch as* nigg* like you cause it's b*tch as* nigg* like you siezin'
Im a real sick fella, big fella
You got a lotta lip for a nigg* that ain't s**t fella
Always been about my hustle, been about my money
It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
But these b*tch as* in this game unreal
Quick to flip the fkin' script for the mass appeal
But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel
That they gotta die for anotha shady record deal
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
The sniff a coke up off ya t*ty boy, the gritty boy
The never actin hostity boy
The hold it down with me boy
I seek and destroy
I get paid to employ you so I must employ
MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me
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fk what you do, you so fake
Everything you do, everything you make
Still suicidal, how much can I take?
Pressure can bust a pipe but I will not break
Forget the type of s**t where you can't relate
The world on my shoulda hold down the weight
Money hungry out her will sn*tch ya plate
The greedy never care about if you ain't ate
Try gettin' out the game before it's too late
Or before The Wraith come and seal ya fate
Still knock knock knockin on heaven's gates
And you can't get in for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes
(Chorus x3)