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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh. I won't ever tap out. Fight way out the dark, even wonder that I'm Back out. I don't give a what you rappers Rap 'bout. Seen doors closed, so I had to Invade. Same old clothes, yeah, I'm tryna get paid. A song with Cole, one with Jhené. Even tryna see what made Kade I say. I don't need a ghostwriter, I came with the Flames, bitch. Stepping through the door, I just Need what's mines. Walking through them apartment Corridors. Dollar and a dream, future never sure. Head all over, steady go to war, Been front Line, but my vision ain't clear. Need to live life or you'll rot in fear. Man up, had to shed a couple little tears. Hold on, stop right there. Uh-huh. Truth don't ever stick. Uh-huh. Real as that could get. Uh-huh. Fuck that boy a bitch. Uh-huh. They just talking shit. Uh-huh. Like what? Like who? Him? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there. Like what? Who? Him? What? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there. I got truth on my mind. On 'Round my dolo, it's alright. It's alright. Hit the booth like this my dojo, It turn into a homicide. I been going through it real life. Only tryna do it right like I'm 'posed to Do it. Chosen to it, broke from my loss And clueless ways. Make a move today, vocally Explain to it. Stepping to you. Eat up the beat like it's beef, sue ya. You want the shit that for real do you. Let me break it to you, you cannot wait For change. That ain't coming, you gotta get active. Sleep on the floor, I don't sleep on a Mattress. Sleeping on me? You must be crazy. Time tick-tick, switch up my tactics. Let 'em know, know, know. Truth don't ever stick. Uh-huh. Real as that could get. Uh-huh. Fuck that boy a bitch. Uh-huh. They just talking shit. Uh-huh. Like what? Like who? Him? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there. Like what? Who? Him? What? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there. Are you talking about that boy over there with The, uh, with that McDonald's ass? Fucking avatar, Last Airbender ass hairline? You not talking about him? Man, stop being a Hater. That's not even me. Go on. Yeah, but who fuck he think he is, man? Walking around with pants sagging and all that. He thinking, he thinking he the new Eminem and Shit like that. Man, fuck all that. Pull your pants up. Truth don't ever stick. Uh-huh. Real as that could get. Uh-huh. Fuck that boy a bitch. Uh-huh. They just talking shit. Uh-huh. Like what? Like who? Him? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there. Like what? Who? Him? What? Uh-huh. It's that boy right there.