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[part i]

[intro]
​intensifycharts, you know we icy

[verse 1: zedsu]
yo’ b*tch ain’t sh*t, i bet that i could find her at petco
i got arms on me, i hit you with shot, gon’ leave you at endzone (ooh)
i’m havin’ fun with her, n*ggas is bout to go dumb (yeah)
i’m ’bout to go hooligan, i’m bout to go up again (mathias)
your b*tch, oh she like a g*shock, your b*tch oh*so fake, ikea
i have two b*tches like [?], why am i so hot [?]
woah, what, woah, huh, cocaine all in her nose, uh
propane all on my flow, uh, [?] breakin’ the code, uh
d*mn, yeah, i got a ton and n0body can copy
[?] ’cause you cannot rob me, i guess she wanna suck on me inside me
but i got a [?], they just wanna go get me some gold
[?] n*ggas’ hands is dirty, they f*ck with corona
no, i ain’t sippin’ on that lean, but i’m leanin’ in my dreams
i got visions, and my powers go past all these p*ssies’ dreams
[?] come and [?], i need to go and cop me a coupe
ride through your town, slide through your hood
drivin’ [?] straight to your roof
f*ck!

[interlude 1: xanakin skywok]
ayy, what? oh
mathias
oh, i’m supposed to rap right now, f*ck it! let’s do it!
[verse 2: xanakin skywok, dkoolpharaoh]
this .30 make a n*gga look bulimic
[?] so much i got seasick
i swear he is a b*tch*ass n*gga, he ain’t seen sh*t
and when i called his ma, she invited me for deep dish
all these b*tches trying to flex their titties, but she got none
she really ’bout to [?] and i not talking top gun
i really got the tool, [?] shoot your granny with my shotgun
if you really act a fool, i’ma show you that i’m not one, ooh (wow!)
grip on my d*ck, dirty b*tch like this
fight that p*ssy till the kitty looks lifeless
baby don’t come after me
if you really want beef, i’ma slide you like a jeep
glizzy gladiator, she gon’ suck me up till i pee
leave my nut in her t**th, you know what i mean, oh! (yeah)
what the f*ck do y’all know about finessin’? (what?)
i just sold a fake mothership from [?] (ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)

[part ii]

[verse 3: dkoolpharaoh, kiid spyro]
i’ma put this choppa in a vest
if a thug wanna test me, i do which is best (uh!)
if he wanna [?] he pressed
then i give him two seconds to air out his chest
[?] today
if he claim that he rock, [?]
watch this boy to his nest and take what he lay
then it’s on to the next for everything they say
so don’t think that you’re safe when i’m in your zone (what else?)
we got scopes in the hill that can clean your dome (what else?)
when we clip on that tec, he get stretched by chrome (what else?)
[?] (ayy, ayy)
he get sent to the [?] like a different home
why he [?]? he just spittin’ foam
he get dragged to a tomb and [?] (mathias)
then we p*ss on his grave and say “welcome home” (ayy)
he know i be hot with the triggers (brrow!)
we recycle his block for the [?] (haha!)
see this choppa cick back like a hiccup (brrt!)
if we don’t go, we run for the liquor (mhm!)
we do this for money so stick ups (huh?)
we bust your whole block [?] (uh huh)
or we sn*tchin’ your money so tip us (uh huh)
so if you don’t want the smoke, just shut up (uh huh)
or we slide on your block with a auto glock (auto glock)
when we [?] he get outlined in chalk (*lined in chalk)
we do not miss the shot [?] (yeah, yeah)
if you got the juice, then we [?] (yeah, yeah)
[verse 4: kiid spyro]
yeah, let that n*gga try me, let him run up on me
b*tch, i got like seven, he got bands all on me
n*gga wanna best me, best me in my army (mathias)
tell that n*gga test me, he gon’ meet this .40
i’m gon’ f*ck his b*tch, i’m gonna take his shorty (take his shorty)
i ain’t pullin’ up if there gon’ be no party (yeah, party)
cops come talk to me, i don’t know no story (i don’t know)
cops come talk to you, you gon’ tell the story (yeah)
two time, too bad that n*gga wanna flex like me like, d*mn
i bet that n*gga be talking, he [?] like a mo’f*ckin’ b*tch when i walk past his sh*t
money and diamonds and fame, give a f*ck ’bout a b*tch if it ain’t gon’ be runnin’ my name (my name)
i got a glock by my hip [?] spray then you know we gon’ bang
if you know we gon’ bang, we gon’ take you out, bullets gon’ slump, leave you in the couch
n*ggas talk sh*t, like to run their mouth, so we diggin’ ’em up, put ’em in the ground
n0body look and n0body found, we hidin’ these [?], i ain’t going down
choppa on me leave a f*ck n*gga dead, so are we gonna do it now?

[part iii]

[interlude 2: champ t]
mathias
yeah, i’ma run it up
yeah, uh, momma taught me how to run it up
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 5: champ t]
momma taught me how to run it up (yeah!)
and she told me never leave without it in a truck (pew*pew*pew*pew*pew!)
i be real, homie, keep it a buck
i heard your newest sh*t and it f*ckin’ sucks, i eat that for lunch, cooked chicken
money, bands, women with me, call that good pickins’
so deep, i’m f*ckin’ swimmin’
on me ’bout half a million
yeah, yeah, i just talk my sh*t, i ain’t writing, f*ck a pen
this right here is called the v.i.p., you cannot f*ckin’ come in
wanna tell me, d*mn, i cannot commit
sorry, baby, i’m a dog, i’m a mo’f*ckin’ pit, yeah
i’m a pit when i walk in dripped
in the pit ain’t no walkin’, flip they sh*t
when my set hit, it look like coach*lla*ella
[?] got no skips, i’m tryna tell her
with a les’ b*tch and i ain’t on f*ckin’ ellen, yeah

[interlude 3: champ t]
hahaha… maybe one day though, yeah
oh yeah, yeah!

[verse 6: kil]
he thought i sold him a perc’, but my tylenol bottle be winning a trophy for acting
b*tch, you be takin’ a xanax to blacking out, waking up yacking, you don’t know what happen (oh yeah)
she go up and down like she writing in j*panese, all in the walls like a nail in the tapestry
hand in her pants, then *rg*sm happy, and she coming fast like them amazon packages
walk in the b*tch, f*cking up your establishment, your ho in rotation like claiming the baggages
give me some top in pajamas, i’m napping, and when i eat p*ssy, i’m tucking a napkin in
she take a knee like she idolize kaepernick, we on the hunt like we tracking or scavenging
i’m in the cut like we rippin’ up bandages, rip off her top, i don’t care if it’s scandalous

[verse 7: samad savage]
hey, we all got the drip, but you’re more like dasani, huh
we be in the building, the closest you get is the lobby, huh
get that top real neatly, but i still like it real sloppy
trust i never fall, but i’m ready to go catch a body
listen, i’m ahead of my time, i see life through a veteran’s eyes, you never heard a n*gga better than i
you never find anybody who competitive [?], n0body can f*ck with
[?] i be on my dumb sh*t, read you cappin’, you be on your trump sh*t?
you don’t really want this? i ain’t gotta stunt quick, and i really mean this, can i get a beatswitch?

[part iv]

[verse 8: samad savage]
up, like i’m nocturnal (mathias)
get around, like circles
n*gga, you slumped for the green like turtles
you get jumped, like hurdles
i was just chilling in the pad, listening to fab
you was breaking rap like a n*gga tryna pull his cast
i was breaking bad, cooking meth, it’s how i get a bag
i ain’t talking trash, you can bet [?] glad
you was gettin’ mad like my name without the s*a, uh
they don’t want me here like my sas (ayy!)
put ’em to the test, no essays (ayy!)
water damage, i’ma let the tec spray (yeah, huh)
ha! rolling, jk (hogwarts!)
sweet, but i’m nutty i need a payday
she lettin’ a bro smash, no melee
got these n*gga panickin’ after april, that’s mayday! (mathias)

[verse 9: ethan ross]
first wanna say i suck, it’s a knife cut, through his right lung, and buried without his eyes shut
f*ck this, you could even ask my teachers, i was never one to write much, off*top, i could f*ck a life up
i might just aim at the industry, i take ’em all out
saw me as a p*ssy, now their eyes gettin’ clawed out, motherf*cker thought he was big, so i make him fall down
i know i’m sick as a b*tch, but i’m never caught out, everybody gettin’ called out
i used to play to a small crowd, now it’s a large one, wonder what can stop me? b*tch, that’s a hard one
what? he talkin’ sh*t? how much he make? that’s what i thought
i got a girl, she nasty as f*ck, she don’t want d*ck if it’s not ethan ross
lately, i been wantin’ to blow somebody brains out
ironically, your b*tch wanna blow me, give me brain now
you just talkin’ ’bout the life and i’m livin’ it, shortly really got the wet, i’ma dip in it
i can get double digits doin’ triplets, rappers fake crippin’, they blue it, i cripple ’em
blow my d*ck, yellow b*tch, i be steamin’, it’s hot, everything i do the cream of the crop
yo’ girl havin’ a dream of my c*ck, foot on the pavement, i heat up the block
you is a p*ssy, get beat up a lot, catch you a little two*piece and i knock
you right out your adidas and socks, strippin’ your wrist, i’m in need of a watch
punchin’ these holes in the wall, tell my boss that i’m tired of punchin’ the clock
run me a hundred grand, do you keep it a hundred or not?
i’m not a player, she think i be f*ckin’ a lot so i guess i be f*ckin’ a lot
everybody told me that my tone ain’t so approachable so i don’t give a f*ck if it’s not
b*tch

[interlude 4: mastamiind]
um, yeah, huh, wh0re, aye
yeah, huh, what? heh, um

[verse 10: mastamiind & kazuo]
okay, off*top and off*topic, i’m agitated
no more lines as an infant to crack the babies
i be hungry, f*ckin’ me, feel my cravings
and don’t give [?], i’m a grown*ass baby
looking up on my feet, you think you’re f*ckin’ with me
your [?] you say [?]
i ride these beats, [?]
[?] four, the f*ck you mean?
i got a lot on my seat
like a magician with [?], i can come with the speed
i [?] how she throwin’ my reed
told her to kiss it, then i told that b*tch to get up and leave, the head was [?]
and b*tch i’m, [?], though
[?] you got in your own city, ho
fishy*ass n*gga be really lookin’ like nematodes
she be [?] cheerios
balling, i know a cis b*tch [?] cis sh*t
sophisticated to fit his bars, and where the drinks
f*ck corona, i been sick, [?]
they talk sh*t, and i’m at your door like jehovah’s witness
you [?]*ass n*gga [?] be hissing
don’t make me [?] at your [?] be saying sl!ck sh*t
i’m the type of n*gga that [?] and never finish
’cause that p*ssy be smelling like cigaretes and a fish stick
n*ggas talkin’ about money, other n*ggas [?]
i [?] pigeon [?] the bird
it’s the words that i fly, it’s a whirly twirl like i’m up
so the early bird gets the worm, um
i am places [?] so i’m up now
[?] down from the up crowd
plankton, i’m dropping for fun, i blow the whole town
[?] engine [?] (two, three, yeah) (mathias)

[verse 11: kazuo]
tell the media that i am rap music
every gta copy owned by every mass shooter
the bullets that penetrated every middle*class student
who don’t look at [?] future, [?] get treated as human
and it’s for the inner cities, they below the rat sewers
let the police handle them, especially the black hoolans
i be smack, movin’ pack, [?] can’t handle it
should’ve been born affluent
i bleed red like the bricks of the projects
seen death, i’m relivin’ it constant
preach less, where we’re living is godless
[?] is a prophet
本日何の[?]起こるね
[?]
[?]
白ハート飛んで[?]
see, the game is oversaturated
institution, f*ck a [?], got to rap to make it
na*na*na*na*na* [?] emanc*p*tion
n*ggas thinkin’ i ain’t real ’cause [?]
でも逆に these bogus rappers, bunch of hopeless b*st*rds
end up owned by masters [?] then [?]
i don’t know what’s sadder, that sh*t don’t empower
[?] scattered just to go so backwards
それダメダメですよ, yeah
泣け泣け絶望, [?]
火曜から月曜, yeah
命を[?]よ, yeah!
君のかののマンコに入れでちんこ
[?]
[?]
[?] (woah, uh*oh!)
君は誰？
[?]の意味分かんね
喋り[?]
喋り[?]
yeah, the type to tell a b*tch ‘fore she k!ll herself, “god d*mn, at least let me f*ck first”
i say i’m not like these other guys, in reality, i am much worse

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