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I see 'em watchin', I'm smilin' like f*ck 'em
I'm way too focused, I'm off the something
Used to be stressed, I get high just to numb it
I'm writin' these verses till 5 in the morning
Got the whole new outlook on my life
I've forgot just how good I could fight
You should see how the ground look from these heights
Got so many enemies, how does he get by?
I'm a f*cking menace, you are sucka, dead it
I don't want the fake love, I just want the credit
Someone call a medic, this is armageddon
I forgot to mention that I've been off the medicine
I just popped a sedative and I'm argumentative
You don't got a fan base, so it's hard to benefit
All they do is buy views cause they all insensitive
I just bring it to the light like I'm Thomas Edison
Real shit

You don't wanna cross my path
I don't think that you would wanna be on my bad side
Cause once you go there then you can't go back
And it's the movie where they can't kill a bad guy
You don't wanna cross my path
I don't think that you would wanna be on my bad side
Cause once you go there then you can't go back
And it's the movie where they can't kill a bad guy

It's the fact of the matter I'm smackin' these rappers
I'm back on the manhunt, I'm packin' a dagger
And all of a sudden you all dead where you standin'
I don't roll with no bozos, hoin' for promos
Wonder why my neck on froze like a snowblower
Every time I write I put a hole in the ozone
Get it to your face like I'm holdin' a GoPro
Is this what you want?
Is that what you needed?
Me gettin' angry, I'm rappin' conceded
It's manifestation, they have to believe it
I said it then did it, I actually achieved it
Bring your popcorn to the back of the bleachers
I got 'em mad that I have this demeanor
They askin' for features, they cannot defeat him
These rappers are divas
I'm back on my BS
I'm feelin' like I got a kryptonite, I hit a private jet
I never missed a flight
It's got a lot of legroom, so I'm sittin' tight
You need virtual reality to live my life
Hold on ball but I'm hittin' strikes
And you hoes try to show off for instant likes
Here's some sick advise
Suck a dick, all right?
I'm a different type of animal with different stripes

Sorry, I had to pause for a second
To think about the next one of y'all I beheaded
And my squad full of henchmen, they armed up with weapons
And this is sex-ed cause I got protection
I write behind bars like I'm charged for possession
When you rap in the booth, you can not do a sentence
Had your white tee lookin' like a bottle of ketchup
Just popped on your chest and dissolved through your sweater
I'll be front row givin' dabs to Lebron
Just front for the Gram when the camera is on
Everybody actin' like they man when they not
Like they can't end up shot with a hand on their heart
I'm not a gangster, I can't play the part
Cause I care too much for family, dawg
To anybody thinkin' that they can go against that
I'm gonna make you a bet there's an ambulance call
Real shit

2019, baby
Stompdown Killa shit
Nigel Childs, I see you my G

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