| Trust, you don’t want to be my enemy
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| You want to be a friend of me
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| You rather be my ally, don’t want to go to war with me
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| Nah roll with me, nah don’t get me
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| Upset, nah I’ll pump that shotty till' it’s empty
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| Plus you don’t want to get me
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| To the point where we can’t speak because when I let the burner represent me
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| Some deadly, nah it’s ready bye bye, relax and rest your mind
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| Major shit, this double dope
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| Extra exclusive, super hot yo
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| Be careful, this is priceless
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| Secret info, for the righteous
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| Humans on this earth, this global brilliance
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| Voxonic I be speaking fluent languages
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| Like, German and French, in Russian I’ll be cussin'
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| Spitting my reality rap and they love it
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| This is insanely I’ll, all rich with songs
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| I got thousands of these, that’s millions of bars
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| I’m a special kind of dude, my crew call me the God
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| Because my verses so fresh, I go on and on
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| I never turn off, I’m like a machine
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| I just keep clicking, spitting like an M16
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| I got these new rappers trying to make a name off me
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| I got an infamous career, you got temporary heat
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| Trust, you don’t want to be my enemy
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| You want to be a friend of me
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| You rather be my ally, don’t want to go to war with me
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| Nah roll with me, nah don’t get me
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| Upset, nah I’ll pump that shotty till' it’s empty
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| Plus you don’t want to get me
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| To the point where we can’t speak because when I let the burner represent me
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| Some deadly, nah it’s ready bye bye, relax and rest your mind
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| Outstanding, outspoken
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| From the first bar of my song you could tell I’m not jokin'
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| This high class top shelf shit
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| Preserved for freshness, quality hits
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| You see what I’m saying, Could almost smell it
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| Nah, that’s that kush, that OG we melting
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| To the volcano ash, and when we blow out the smoke
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| We look the fog, now moving on from that
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| I got a pocket full of scratch, because I work hard
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| It will take years to lock yourself in, it’s hard
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| Now I’m written in stone, and I ain’t talking about the grave
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| This is live from L. A, my next stop is a cage
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| For a little bit, I got to serve this time
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| Because in front of the grand jury, some crooked cops lie
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| When I get back, I ain’t even got no words
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| Imma show you how I get down, show you how I rush
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| Trust, you don’t want to be my enemy
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| You want to be a friend of me
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| You rather be my ally, don’t want to go to war with me
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| Nah roll with me, nah don’t get me
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| Upset, nah I’ll pump that shotty till' it’s empty
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| Plus you don’t want to get me
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| To the point where we can’t speak because when I let the burner represent me
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| Some deadly, nah it’s ready bye bye, relax and rest your mind |