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1,000 Deaths
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Roc Marciano
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Hopped out the Sprinter in the dead of the winter Wit' hella niggas The beef never settle, we let it simmer My bitch a real head spinner I mean ever since I put lead in the members of your clique, they quit messin' with us My sex drive ride like an S5 Check the finesse drive This is as simple as connect-the-dots "Get the hell out of Dodge," said the cops You got hip-hop in the head lock She foamin' at the mouth Greenlight them niggas, open house Molotov cocktail, might have to smoke 'em out, no doubt (uh, no doubt, nigga) Six million ways to die, choose a couple Brothers busting at your bubble goose Way down in Moose Knuckle Slipped once, oops But the move was subtle The new uzi come with the muzzle I think "What Would Rosebudd Do?" Tipped the crown Flooded it with colored gems, f*ck it One less thing scratched off the bucket list Y'all been put on notice Niggas, we on it No homo–I don't love Makonnen Shit ain't changed, you know the game Money, hoes, clothin' It's all golden I'm still walking on roses Uh Late sessions with my therapist, forever pissed We was left for dead with no inheritance The only heirlooms passed down to the ghetto kids was metal That's the same weapon that Bob shot the sheriff with, uh All I wanted was some finer things Bad bitches just scream my name Big chains, diamond rings, and cars I bet you didn't that I'd go far Baby, this is how the story goes Weed was taught to us, well this is all we know Squeeze fifth, did it all for the cash Bet you ain't never did no shit like that Never in yo' f*ckin' life So f*ck it, ya'll niggas some big, big L7's, man Ya' dig? Boss, nigga We built this from the ground up, kiddo This a kilo on my earlobe For real though, y'all some weirdos Ferragamos with the clear souls The new TEC-22 with the air holes Gotta be prepared, holmes Baby, I'm a head case This a leg race So many Cuban chains I'm runnin' out of neck space, uh You not a blip on the god radar f*ck an A&R, I can do way more with an AR Extended clip on the K look like a space bar, quasar Don't make me have to pull it like the race card, uh So don't you ever test my patience For the drama I been waitin' I left a couple shell cases
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