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CYCLOPS
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Biv
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Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr You not that guy, not surprised by your nine to fives You talk without the stride, you need more disguise All that fake inside, pull up arms out, like they takin flight Hug these nuts my guy, come correct, I know your type Posted up, open up my cuts, I still lust Want my money up, buy my b*t*h all kinds of stuff Still selective with my trust Why the fuss, cause I don't hand out the f**ks Ya man barkin tough, bet I make that puppy hush Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr Tryna do the right thing, people mad at me Living happily, no capping, G I be working hard, no academy Block the opps out like a allergy Uh, I will put you in a trauma unit Say I'm pu**y, well bet I'm about to do it See em peep, how they look to see how we moving I can't give a f**k please, stop the music I don't wanna hear sh*t, throw all the opps in the ditch Act like a b*t*h, meanwhile I'm getting rich Came from New York, I lived out in the sticks I'm not a people person, I don't like it outside Know somebody, finna die if we ride Send the addy with a time and we slide Call up Biv and then we come and divide Baby can't nobody f**k up the vibe Kick the doors, eating dinner inside Cold heart, dropping blood when I cry Final hour, b*t*h you gettin denied Oh, they ain't like that flow Rack up the check and we go, you already know Well maybe you don't Do not don't disturb, don't be hitting my phone Oh, pull up like terrorist, pulling embezzlement We finna put em in sediment Oh, why he sitting and he worried bout relevance? I'm living life eatin good for the Hell of it Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe Wait, you alright? You ain't even start this fight Saying I was late to the party, baby I'm awake, but hardly Frame my face like Vogue, cook that fate like stoves I ain't even know whats home, I ain't even make my growth Simple that pleasure you quickly the lesser Once everything's weathered, wait Bringing the sickness that caused us the hatred I'm keeping my eye lids bind F**k, I don't know what's new for me But I know I can't hold me Heart rate phonk BPM Watch my body drop EDM All I know is red eyes and faces Promise you that I'm f**king dangerous Maybe I should just smoke some weed, looking up up on my feed Welcome to the inner speed, mental breaking every week I make 'em dance, make em do a little jig, yeah Zoomin to crash, fly out the window and sh*t, yeah I'm doin my dash, i'm gettin my money fix, yeah I don't give a f**k, havin' fun with this sh*t, god damn I heard that they talkin' with stank face I still made em dance, do the stanky leg Homie f**k em up with full haste He ground em' into a fine paste Yeah, yeah he ground up into a fine paste Nah f**k it he liquid, he displaced We know how to put a pu**y in they place You hear we got red on the beat and it smacks See me and think holy sh*t he got all types of swag Making my money, I'm making my bag Yeah, whole lotta facts We get rid of fiends like they a** was some plaque Gnaw on a f**ker who act like a rat We pull up in tanks and artillery STAT B*t*h I'm a sergeant and you gettin' wacked I talked to Biv and he tell me to get this MFNF man who are we kidding? I was just born as a joke and I know it Life is a comedy show and I'm scalping the tickets Hit the mic stand now I'm back in business Got no jokes but I'm so impulsive Put you back in your place so compulsive Stare at the blood eyes repulsive Better get laughing I'm already dead Picking my jugular next, ayy Shedding my skin and I'm picking at threads This not a promise, this is a threat Don't show up to my funeral, don't want love Better hug my skeleton, take a good luck rib back home Hope you get cursed for eternity Get back better cause an emergency Riddled with bullets they wish I was gone And I'm reanimated im lacking my patience I'm taking revenge and I'm not even finished My body diminished, I'm sick of this gravity Sick of this planet, sick of this scapegoat Not even finished, I should've died I'm such a f**k up couldn't do sh*t right Too scared to die so I'm back to life Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
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