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Euphoria
Them super powers gettin' neutralized
I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew
Is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate
Every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated
I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front
'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator
I can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist you a scam artist
With the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out
But FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em
You make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line
But spare you this time
That's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator
And habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me
And I won't tell truths 'bout you
Shoo shoo shoo
Shoo shoo shoo
Bee bee bee bee bee bee
Yeah I'm out the way
Yeah I'm low okay
Yeah the island right here's remote okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper
Nigga I'm reapin' what I sow okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson
All in my house like I'm Joe okay
Hellcat made his homeboys
And them type sell they soul okay
Everybody wanna be demon
'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day
Once a lame always a lame
Oh you thought the money
The power or fame would make you go away
Have you ever played have-you-ever
Okay nigga let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like
With a poker face
Have you ever paid five hundred thou
Llike to an open case
Well I have and I failed at both
But I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns
Then somebody die
They turn into nuns then hop online like
Pray for my city
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer
He wanna be junior
They must've forgot the shit
That they done
Dementia must run in his family
But let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac'
The homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough today
I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring
On God I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga
Make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business you got shit twisted
What is it The braids
I hurt your feelings
You don't wanna work
With me no more Okay
It's three G.O.A.T.s left
And I seen two of them kissin'
And huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death and in eight bars
I'll explain that phrase huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly huh
You know I got language barriers huh
It's no accent you can sell me huh
Yeah Cole and Aubrey know
I'm a selfish nigga
The crown is heavy huh
I pray they my real friends
If not I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin'
Shit at Pharrell for him I inherit the beef
Yeah fuck all that pushin' P
Let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him
You think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton
I'm Terence Crawford yeah
I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal
This a friendly fade
You should keep it that way
I know some shit about niggas
That make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics
Not about gimmicks
Not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate
Now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk
The way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss
If I catch flight it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck
'cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice I said we it's not just me
I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories
'bout your life 'til we had enough
How many more Black features
'til you finally feel that you're Black enough
I like Drake with the melodies
I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff
Let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah my first one like my last one
It's a classic you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that
Then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12 it's a fast one baow-baow-baow last one
Headshot for the year
You better walk around like Daft Punk
Remember
Ayy Top Dawg who the fuck
They think they playin' with
Extortion my middle name
As soon as you jump off
Of that plane bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit
Only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither
I don't give a fuck 'bout
Who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk
The way that you talk
I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request
You know that we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word nigga
But that's just me I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy
It ain't even gotta be deep I guess
Still love when you see success
Everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance wavin' my hand
And it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy
But where is a man
'cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact I ain't even bleed him yet
Can I bleed him Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red
I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women
It's real competition
You might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage
Show me your splits
I'll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a nigga
That's signed to a nigga
That said he was signed to that nigga
Try cease and desist on the
Like That record
Ho what You ain't like that record
Back To Back I like that record
I'ma get back to that for the record
Why would I call around
Tryna get dirt on niggas
Y'all think all my life is rap
That's ho shit I got a son to raise
But I can see you
Don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up know nothin' 'bout that
Then tell him to pray
Know nothin' 'bout that
Then givin' him tools to walk
Through life like day by day
Know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals integrity discipline
Listen man you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider
What God's considerin'
You don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one it's one-v-twenty
If I gotta smack niggas that write with you
Yeah bring 'em out too
I'll clean 'em out too
Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI
Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny he was in a film called AI
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin
Yeah OV-ho niggas is dick riders
Tell 'em run to America
They imitate heritage
They can't imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas
Don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it
I'll push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family crodie
It can get deep in the family crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie
Someone gon' bleed in your family crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice
With a dip sauce and a blammy crodie
Tell me you're cheesin' fam
We can do this right now
On the camera crodie
Ayy fuck y'all niggas
I don't trust y'all niggas
I wave one finger
And thump y'all niggas like mmm
Field goal punt y'all niggas
They punk y'all niggas
Nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with him
Fuck you niggas and fuck the industry too
If you take it there
I'm takin' it further
Psst that's somethin' you don't wanna do
Ooh
We don't wanna hear
You say nigga no more
We don't wanna hear
You say nigga no more
Stop
