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I ain't DJ Khaled, but this is
Another one

Don't be mad at me 'cause we eatin' and y'all starvin'
Car too foreign to go to Pep Boys (skrrt)
I don't f**k with f**kboys (uh-uh)
Either got the Tommy or the Sauer when I hunt boys (that's right)
Goriest adventures, all our hammers got extensions with silencers (ssh)
You feel the collar burn, don't hear the gun noise
Proud of us, been poppin' for twenty plus
Y'all clowns tryna compete with me? (haha)
Y'all can't even heat up the thermometer (uh-uh)
They hatin', and they frontin', and they thievin', and they lyin', and they schemin' (yo, f**k those fakers)
That's the reason why we call 'em f**kboys (uh huh)
F is for failure (what else?)
U is for undercover haters (okay)
C's 'cause they cry, 'cause they can't seem to make it (ha)
K, they think they killers, but they ain't one (they not)
B, 'cause they broke, and they don't move them
Os where they came from
Y: W-H-Y test us?
Our blood sacred, and we Muslim, so God's with us
We always come with that vibe, don't want me to show
Crime is at an all-time high, they killed Meechy, though (RIP)
Everybody meets the reaper, somethin' that y'all need to know
Only get to take [?] with you, can't keep the dough (uh-uh)
Try to send me there first, and I'll squeeze the pound
Have you like (oh, oh, oh, o-oh, oh)
It's the bearded king, y'all know the sound
Walk a fine line, mainstream, and the underground (that's right)
Since y'all dudes was infants, I been in position
Me and Payne seekin' competition, but ain't none around
n***a

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