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Tradução[Part I]eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevEEuphoriaThem super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silenceThe famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distastefulI calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angleFabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mister MoraleA pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you nowYou'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеptedTommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collectionI make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'emI can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindnessKnow you a master manipulator and habitual liar tooBut don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you[Part II]Shoo, shoo, shooShoo, shoo, shooBee, bee, bee, bee, bee, beeYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okayYeah, the island right here's remote, okayI ain't thinkin' about no reaperNigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okayGot a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okayHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okayEverybody wanna be demon till they get chipped by your throwawayAnd I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lameOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's playHave you ever walked your enemy down, like, with a poker face?Have you ever paid five hundred thou', like, to an open case?Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straightI hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody dieThey turn into nuns, then hop online, like: Pray for my cityHe fakin' for likes and digital hugsHis daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they doneDementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky, I'll park his sonThe very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this wayI didn't point down enough, today I'll show you I learned from those mistakesSomebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wageI'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his graveCutthroat business, you got shit twistedWhat is it? The braids?I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? OkayIt's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stageI love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huhIt's nothin' nobody can tell me, huhI don't wanna talk on no celly, huhYou know I got language barriers, huhIt's no accent you can sell me, huhYeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish niggaThe crown is heavy, huhI pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW MellyI don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beefYeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a TYou better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' meHe's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feetWe ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that wayI know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saintThis ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatestIt's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest haterI hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dressI hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be directWe hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real womenAnd notice, I said we, it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life till we had enough?How many more black features till you finally feel that you're black enough?I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act toughYou 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 oneLet your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs fromV12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last oneHeadshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft PunkRemember?Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitchI'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famousYachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang withI hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dressSurprised you wanted that feature requestYou know that we got some shit to addressI even hate when you say the word nigga, but that's just me, I guessSome shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guessStill love when you see success, everything with me is blessedKeep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threatI'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yetMatter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? BetWhen I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitchesI believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'emLet's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with yaYou were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that niggaTry cease and desist on the Like That record?Ho, what? You ain't like that record?Back to Back, I like that recordI'ma get back to that, for the recordWhy 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 thatWakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout thatThen tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout thatThen givin' him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin' 'bout thatTeachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout thatSpeakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout thatAin't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with youYeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out tooTell BEAM that he better stay right with youI battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel OsteenFunny, he was in a film called AIAnd my sixth sense tellin' me to off himI'ma blick niggas all in they coffinYeah, OV-ho niggas is dick ridersTell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violenceWhat I learned is niggas don't like the West CoastAnd I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with itPick a nigga off one at a time with itWe can be on a three-hour time differenceDon't speak on the family, crodieIt can get deep in the family, crodieTalk about me and my family, crodie?Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodieI be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodieTell me you're cheesin', famWe can do this right now on the camera, crodieAyy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggasI wave one finger and thump y'all niggas, like, mmField goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my foodWhoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry tooIf you take it there, I'm takin' it furtherPsst, that's somethin' you don't wanna doOohWe don't wanna hear you say nigga no moreWe don't wanna hear you say nigga no moreStop
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