[intro]Yeah, we backBack in muhammad crib, nigga, top floorThe back roomWith just the one little small window, niggaThe light be comin' through it in the morningOld ass walls and shitBut it's just like I rememberJust like I wanted itYeah, I'm workin'Yeah, I'm workin', nigga[verse]Look, it's the return of the mr. burn suckersNot herpes infestedJust perfectly blessed withA style that you can't f withProtection recommended'cause cole the definitionOf a weapon that can end itYou know, mass destructionWhen I mash the buttonI take your favorite major rapperLeft him independentCrying in the corner'cause I ain't into sortaKinda, dissin' niggasI'm borderline addicted to slaughterLine up niggas in orderOf who you think can really fuckWith me mostThen I tuck the heat closeIf he don't duck then he ghostAin't no need for discussionIf they weren't talking 'bout the breadThese motherfuckers be toastClap at the fake deep rappersThe og gatekeep rappersThe would-you-take-a-break-please rappersBunch of words and ain't sayin' shitI hate these rappersEspecially the amateur eight week rappersLil' whatever, just another short bus rapperFake drug dealers turn tour bus trappersNapoleon complex, you this tall rappersGet exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappersThe streets don't fuck with youYou pitchfork rappersChosen by the white manYou hipstor rappersI reload the clipThen I hit more rappers with thatStraight shittin' on these piss-poor rappersI'm backNever knew a nigga that was betterRevenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddarReminisce on days I didn't eatIf it's meant to be, then it'll beIf it's not, then fuck it, I'ma tryAin't no need to ask the father why, no'cause one day everybody gotta dieOne day everybody gotta die, ohOne day everybody gotta dieOne day everybody gotta dieMy nigga, my nigga
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[intro]
Yeah, we back
Back in muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room
With just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember
Just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
[verse]
Look, it's the return of the mr. burn suckers
Not herpes infested
Just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't f with
Protection recommended
'cause cole the definition
Of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction
When I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper
Left him independent
Crying in the corner
'cause I ain't into sorta
Kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck
With me most
Then I tuck the heat close
If he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the bread
These motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The og gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit
I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever, just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you
You pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man
You hipstor rappers
I reload the clip
Then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers
I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the father why, no
'cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die
My nigga, my nigga
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