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Yeah, I never swear, you a fake-ass nigga. Yeah, I will leave your ass permanently injured. Yeah, I can see all the bitches in life. Yeah, lame-ass niggas scared Rolling Stone. Yeah, I'm down forever with the Six. Yeah, I will put your ass on a crucifix. Yeah, I'm about to catch a motherfucking case. Yeah, that's the end, out of this bitch. A nigga poppin' shit. Yeah, and still be poppin' hits. And yeah, I went to Hollywood and came back With a Oscar, bitch. Yeah, a nigga bang-bang. Yeah, I'm on the same thing. And yeah, I like my paper on the rip, It ain't a dang thing. Yeah, I love to make 'em blink. Yeah, I let a hater hate. I'm headed to the finish line, I'm tryna win A paper chase. Yeah, a nigga keep the stick. Yeah, nigga your bitch. Yeah, I come from Memphis, Tennessee, Where we be getting shit. Fucks given, not a care. Yeah, them bitches stop and stare. Yeah, a nigga pull up, get the money, Then out of there. Yeah, I miss my nigga Lord. Yeah, I'm on a mission for it. Play with Frazer Bill, guarantee you'll come up Missing, boy. I will put your ass on a Crucifix. Yeah, I'm about to catch a motherfucking Case. Yeah, that's the end, I'm out of this Bitch. Yeah, a nigga poppin' shit. Yeah, still be poppin' hits. Yeah, I went to Hollywood and came back with A Oscar, bitch. Yeah, a nigga bang-bang. Yeah, I'm on the same thing. And yeah, I like my paper on the rip, It ain't a dang thing. Yeah, I love to make 'em blink. Yeah, I let a hater hate.