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Over the Limit
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Yeah sh*t sound crazy, Hit The Butcher comin', n***a See the difference is From me and y'all n***as, I really did this sh*t though So I can say what I wanna say, uh (Hit-Boy) I do this religiously and I don't trust fools in this industry Mad I came through on a winnin' streak That's me blastin' through your car auxiliary They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin' It take me back to the corners I solicited on You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know Only three out of ten of us gon' make it though No President Trump sh*t, elegant thug sh*t Yeah, left on parole, gettin' heroine plugged in Feelings ain't 'posed to linger, I left without regrets Numb like anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed For n***as chasin' goals that I targetted myself Some of my best verses, I'm just talkin' to myself They won't let me live for sh*t I already did Everytime my opps need medics, the credit hits I'm like a mirror, not your reflection, the better years But if you break me, that's bad luck for eleven years Everytime one of us die, I shed a tear Then look in the sky, I wonder if Heaven there That was Benny at the height of the pressure and never scared So the bond that I built with my n***as'll never tear Only a few in this room, yeah, that's when you rare Get a million-dollar deal, we used to get rid of squares, hmm
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