| Not to be confused with no one
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| Very similar to few, specialized in the blood spewin'
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| Fresh from pool, I’m crazy gluing
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| Secluded, deprived myself from certain fluids
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| My influence, sick like the influenza
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| I’m fluent, fucking bitches on credenzas
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| Credentials, so essential how niggas blew it
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| A marisol and all of y’all environment polluting
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| Saluted generals, rap niggas mop the deck
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| Before the five minerals, we tryna' cop a set
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| Private jets, no, I’m jet settin'
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| The vinyl, so many plays on a test pressin'
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| Then it’s all over
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| Fade away like a crew who came together for the sake of making money
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| Once the money was made, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| Well he’s sticking to the paper, papier-mâché
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| Play charades, the kid, no high top fade
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| House party, I fucked Sherane, Sydney too
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| I clean out what I embody like the kidneys do
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| Deliver, deliver freedom, what the benjies do
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| Marble floors, every floor, looking from the foyer
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| The law bathrobe, I could’ve been a lawyer
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| But instead I’mma tread upon the bigger tread
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| Stitch after stitch, thoroughly my thread
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| Hunt the prey, make the kill
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| Drag him back to the cave, my niggas feast on the weak
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| I’m cold as Michigan winter, off centered
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| Acknowledge, thirty-six chambers before you enter
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| Blades intense as a columbine trench
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| Embassy enterprise, numeric excellence
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| El Padrino, embassy Gambino
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| Author and director, La Tarantino
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| Blue surprise, Boston marathon
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| Through the airport, guns in my carry-on
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| Snakes in the grass, everyday I’m on my lawn
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| Make a body disappear, like I hold a magic wand
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| Then I’m gone in my Aston Martin, weed sparkin'
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| Homicide chalkin', great white sharkin'
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| Gunnin' and huntin' money, killer bees love honey
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| Might crack a smile but ain’t a damn thing funny
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| Hunt the prey, make the kill
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| Drag him back to the cave, my niggas feast on the weak
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades
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| Blades, blades nigga, fucking blades |