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now everybody from the 3-2-3
put your motherf-ckin’ hands up and follow me
now everybody from the 3-2-3
put your motherf-ckin’ hands up

look, look
i got this beat in my head and i can’t get rid of it
just like their addiction with the nicotine cigarette
they can’t spit this sh-t the way i spit this sh-t
i just gave them another reason why they should quit
in their brain, like me and girl, i’m into it
taking over this world, once i’m through this b-tch
she comes back for more of my f-ckin’ d-ck
i let her, ’cause i like how she use her lips
and everybody else wants a f-ckin’ piece of me
but they can’t f-ckin’ touch, they can only see
anything i say and they’re f-ckin’ onto me
b-tch leave me alone, give me some f-ckin’ privacy
everybody says they feel my pain
too bad i don’t f-ckin’ feel the same way
i blame experiences on what i became
proud of it too, ain’t got no f-ckin’ shame
i’m not done, i begun, i just started
some call me the one, and i don’t doubt it
you say that i’m wrong and r-t-rded
funny thing is you won’t do sh-t about it

now everybody from the 3-2-3
put your motherf-ckin’ hands up and follow me
now everybody from the 3-2-3
put your motherf-ckin’ hands up

alright a lot of people are scared of getting shot
but you get used to it when you’re living in watts
i saw people get k!lled in the parking lots
k!llers in the streets and they never get caught
always hearing the cops around your block
make sure before you go to sleep, the doors are locked
they do nothing to get this sh-t to stop
get your -ss k!lled, whether it’s your fault or not
i don’t know how the f-ck i’m still living
i should’ve died ever since the beginning
god kept me alive with all this sinning
but i did what i had to do to keep on winning
now i’m sprintin to the finish
no looking back, at the crack heads
in fact, i’m still being chased by the villains
these demons look at me like i’m one of them, chillin
who said the devil did all the dealing?

now listen my minions
i don’t need no opinions
i know i’m the best and i haven’t hit the ceiling
a through z, til’ i ball like krillin
i’m scared of that cell, scared of that cell
i play it cool and they can never tell
that i’m actually cleaner than f-ckin’ purell
that i feather well, with a big d-ck and its outer sh-ll
they think i’m trapped in this h-ll hole, water well
but i’m a dope-ss swimmer, like michael phelps
say lates to the late donatello
tell him i said h-llo
listening to swimming pools
got people staring at me like “yo, what the f-ck has gotten into you!?”
i feel like i failed ever since my interview
mental breakdowns, gentle takedowns, stupid questions
none of this makes sense now
i lost you, causing panic
let me switch gears like a f-ckin’ mechanic
my flow be automatic
talking frantic
no sleep, f-ck a xanix
f-ck the projects and people treating me like one
f-ck my conscience the devil already won
or so i let her think
turn that red from that pink
w-ssup tight kitties
get off me before i explode a load in your hole with some foam
and i ain’t wanna a clone

and i’m scared to death, scared to look in my f-cking yearbook

f-ck cranbrook

you ain’t a crook son
you just a shook one

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