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Nitin Randhawa You are watching a master at work Nitin Randhawa B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) Well, I don't know who told you that (My mama) Well, she f**king lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up Cut it up like it's cocaine, shakе up All the streets with all these bеats I body beats, I'm not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect) This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherf**kers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, f**kin' imposter You gots to get it through your head You won't ever get no handout F**kin' with your a**, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased You know I leave them all deceased I am a f**king beast, I'm from the East I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it, capisce? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees I bought my sh*t, I don't need no lease So f**k you up like Master P (Perfect) This sh*t right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police Shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (Stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies in the motherf**kin' streets, man? I swear this industry sh*t, to me, is one big-a** lick I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R n***a "strip" Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been on Section 8 I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake Meanwhile, I'm grindin' 'cause drug money ain't like rap money Four white kilo, snow-bunny, equal one whole show, dummy I'm on this tour bus and I'm f**ked up I got a bad call, they killed Braze They killed Chad, my big homie Pup Puppy eyes on my face, bruh And I really be drinkin', why the f**k I really been smokin'? What the f**k? I'm the sober one Man, I'm so stressed out, I can't focus Hide out when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out Speed past in the Cutla**, me and little Ocho Every young n***a hop out Two tears in a bucket, I feel like "f**k it" The price of fame, recognize my pain, it's all I know All out war but I'm out here though Call my troops like, "vamonos" I'm on this tour bus and I'm f**ked up I got a bad call, and it's all bad Off a OG with my OG and some OE by the tall gla** Baptized at First Baptist Church The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay) Chastised his shirt and matchin' shoes But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay) Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay) Dirt is all that he spotted And in the dirty south where bodies pilin' up So high, they block the birds and rerouted 'em (Damn) Plenty murderers had observers but You never heard a peep out of them So many funerals it ain't enough numerals to keep count of them (Woah) Look, I'm just settin' the scene Back when I stared at the phone as I'm lettin' it ring Another collector, they leave us a message My mama in deficit, must intervene I bust out the seams, I'm gettin' too big for these britches now I invest in the dream, I'm destined for green I got superstar d**k for these b*t*hes now I got superstar d**k for these b*t*hes now And I think about that when I dig 'em out (When I dig 'em out, when I dig 'em out) B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated 'Member we stayed in the 'partment The house was provided by government And my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open B*t*h, it felt like The Revenant Get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the sh*t I've been f**kin' the sh*t out my bucket list Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty b*t*h For the love of the money, I'm bussin' Who tryna take it from me? Sh*t, I'ma need commissary If you come for the commas, the consequences Very common sense to tell 'em Comin' from never havin' sh*t is scary as killin' a bear The frigidity is a b*t*h, Will Perry in a six An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz I done missed the pen, then I gripped the pen N***as slit me in, n***a, this revenge F**k what they talkin' (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) I got a driver, but I was just walkin' (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) I'm a survivor like Jigga, lil' shawty (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) But I was the littlest pick of the litter with sh*t on my paw (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) Not at the top, so if I ever drop, I ain't goin' to fall (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) But we goin' far as forever, infinity, it ain't no quittin' (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t) Me hold that thought B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy!) The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang!) But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang!) Like you was gonna do somethin' Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy!) And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin' You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery B*t*h, you ain't plugged into nothin' Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew!) And gats c*ck, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if you're gonna Roll up with your (Gang!) you're gon' need a arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better—{gun c*ck}—have arms if you're gonna pull up (Skrrt!) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and f**k with me, huh? This little c*ck-sucker, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanour So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun And I'm talkin' to you But you already know who the f**k you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as f**k don't sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherf**kers But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories jarred like strawberry or pineapple apricot jelly I respond rarely, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off Like a f**kin' c*cked semi-Glock demi-god Let me put a f**kin' silencer on this little Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew Obviously, I'm not getting through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma Heavy artille—ry, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell With a motherf**king heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off And you better hope I don't call Trick Trick B*t*h, this sh*t don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That I'll be the most hated, though made it So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'Cause life is a b*t*h, she's a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I f**k the whole world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives I blow 80 holes in you Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows And I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin' I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals Stick my d**k and put the tip in at minimal I'm f**kin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals I'm a f**king invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you b*t*hes f**kin' with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical—but not us The only thing we have in common's I'm a d**k and you suck Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster Nitin Randhawa You are watching a master at work Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspirations behind his production style
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