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I done spent too many minutes watching little videos Of shitty wanna-be rappers dissing me. I done spent the winter living after someone tried To send a kill shot missing me. Young blonde Don and the double X mob got A gang out in Sicily. Why you think they call me the gunner? I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me. Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill. Grew up scrapping and I still will. We can take it back to 2012, I was Trapping on the tour bus with Meek Mill. Take it back to Cleveland when they gave Chase Seventeen years, no plea deal. 2014 when the people tried to rob me in The lobby, I bet they can feel the feet Still. Point on my enemies soon as they mention Me. Call an assembly, pick up a pen and Put you out your misery. Written in history, it Was gonna happen eventually. I just can't wait 'til the day that I Run into you physically. For everything that I went Through mentally when it felt like everybody in the World was against me. When all the critics in Every article tried to offend me. My daughter slapped a kid for talking about me In elementary. We ain't playing, it's deeper than The fame. People getting jacked for disrespecting The family name. Two chopsticks, no lo mein. Hollow tips got no name. Bust them shits with no aim. Like it's Bird Box, but the blindfold is a Black flag this time. The cup on my face, The dash cam just saw me killing everybody. I got off on floor thirteen, no in-between. I roll my weed with front of leaf. I chop my coke on hotel keys. I chop this face like Constantine. Constantly get déjà vu. I see me when I look at you. I never die, I multiply, so don't cry at My funeral. I done spent too many minutes watching little videos Of shitty wanna-be rappers dissing me. I done spent the winter living after someone tried To send a kill shot missing me. Young blonde Don and the double X mob got A gang out in Sicily. Why you think they call me the gunner? I'm popping off on anybody if they trigger me. What would this generation of hip hop be without Me here to piss y'all off? I see the blogs, I read the comments. I'm confused, I need to pause. Look at y'all waiting on me to fall off While I'm looking to chop him a suite in The Waldorf. I sold forty million records, I ain't Even thirty. Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten Movies that I've been in. One legend that tried To fuck with me and then got the venom. One publication that said that I will never be In it. One agent that told me without her My career is finished, and I couldn't give a Single fuck inside my cerebellum. Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em. We ain't sucking no dick in the 2166. Brought O to the land like Beckham on the Thirteenth floor with a weapon. I heard that they coming, yeah. Let 'em in. I got something for 'em, Yeah. Please forgive my sins. Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah. I can't wash this shit. Wake up, say good morning, yeah. Like I forgot. I got off on floor thirteen, No in-between. I roll my weed with front of Leaf. I chop my coke on hotel keys. I chop this face like Constantine. Constantly get déjà vu. I see me when I look at you. I never die, I multiply, so don't cry at My funeral.