| I know you losing control
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| I-I-I think you’re fucking deluded
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| You run around like you know
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| So why don’t you pull up and prove it?
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| 本当に…つまらない 男
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| I know you losing control
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| I-I-I think you’re fucking deluded
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| You run around like you know
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| So why don’t you pull up and prove it?
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| These bitches, they get on my nerves
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| I wish that you niggas would learn
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| It’s not about putting in work
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| You gotta go through the hurt
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| Run past the pain
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| I see hurt in your eyes
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| All you pussies are the same
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| I see fear in your eyes
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| You ain’t really got my back
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| Bitch, I wish that you would die
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| I sip gin instead of Jack
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| It helps the nightmares in my mind
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| Nobody out there can handle me
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| Strength is inside my anatomy
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| When I’m around, it’s a travesty
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| Suffering covers insanity
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| Nothing will change my morality
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| I’m 'bout to run up the casualties
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| Bodies are piling up rapidly
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| I’ll put your mental through agony
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| Why would I wait?
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| Break your spirit, change your fate
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| I just snapped outside my cage
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| I just grow, I don’t break
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| You’re a fuck-boy chasing fame
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| You’ll get killed and left to waste
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| Switching sides or making trades
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| Don’t be pussy, say my name, bitch
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| I know you losing control
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| I-I-I think you’re fucking deluded
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| You run around like you know
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| So why don’t you pull up and prove it?
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| These bitches, they get on my nerves
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| I wish that you niggas would learn
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| It’s not about putting in work
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| You gotta go through the hurt
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| Dr-dr-dress like me all you want
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| We’ll never be the same, bitch
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| Act like me all you want
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| We’ll never be the same, bitch
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| «Scar» is on my fist
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| I ain’t gotta use a blade
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| Rip your mask off, bust your lip
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| No, this shit is not a game, ah
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| All of you niggas are cheap
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| You’re trying so hard to believe
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| I’ll bring this world to it’s knees
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| Stacking up racks like a beast
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| I sleep inside with the tricks
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| I sip the gin like it’s lean
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| I’m just an artist, believe
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| Drawing the hatred I see
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| I know you losing control
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| I-I-I think you’re fucking deluded
|
| You run around like you know
|
| So why don’t you pull up and prove it?
|
| These bitches, they get on my nerves
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| I wish that you niggas would learn
|
| It’s not about putting in work
|
| You gotta go through the hurt
|
| I know you losing control
|
| I-I-I think you’re fucking deluded
|
| You run around like you know
|
| So why don’t you pull up and prove it?
|
| These bitches, they get on my nerves
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| I wish that you niggas would learn
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| It’s not about putting in work
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| You gotta go through the hurt (Damn)
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| Okay, yah-yah, Scar-a-lxrd, yeah (Yeah)
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| Thank you, hi mum |