| You’re at the front line, prone, and you’re getting crushed
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| Ready to bust, mind blown when you think of us
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| About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt
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| Yeah, transmitting live from the apex
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| We got the reelfire shit for your tape decks
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| We bring the heat something messy like a splayed chest
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| Fully automatic how we sprayin' fam we staying blessed
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| We straight devil with the face set
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| Levelling the game makes you heavy like a bayonet
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| I keep it patient like I’m playing chess
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| Even though we barely keep on slaving like away a debt
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| We breaking necks like the world series
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| Other rappers sweating bullets as I burn millies
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| I keep it gully while I’m running for my life blood
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| Every minute waiting is a minute I can earn silly
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| And I ain’t talking about cash flow
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| I’d par your swag in a flash if I was mad broke
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| It’s Foreign Beggars, stepping up to the plate
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| While they destined to be spending oblivion in a black hole
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| No, you don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Wa-wanna with me
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| No-no, you don’t wanna with me
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| Raw, the manor how we came as a team
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| Whole stees go against the grain of the scene
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| The jagged-edge flow cuts deep like a serrated blade
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| Sawing through your industry doors come on we’re crazy cray
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| We’re at the midnight hour, causing upheaval
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| Silhouettes in the black light, I still see you
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| Emerging out of the depths, it’s brought that gutter sound
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| Full speed, leading the wolf pack across the town
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| It’s Foreign Beggars yeah, showing no teeth
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| We roll so deep of that Agent O speech
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| Spitting projectiles flows the 'go go' scene
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| My big red button destroys the whole globe reach
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| That’s the motif, so sleek, mo' heat
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| Ink stains blot out the sun when they soak sheets
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| It’s that gully grip live off the mothership
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| Only one question to ask, you wanna fuck with this? |