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Fool me once, yuh
Pay me twice
Die thrice
Ain't no disrespect
No misdirections and no resurrections
We comin' for necks - go run it back
Fool me once, yuh
Pay me twice
Die thrice
Ain't no disrespect
No misdirections and no resurrections
We comin' for necks - go run it back
Leather round my hip got the belt for the hits
When the opps come visit? Knock-knock no pity
Got dots, no misses
Got plots for the missus
Got knots for the noose
Got cloths for the piss
Got lace for the boots
Top shot don't trip
My stripper girl got a pole position
Got top in the whip
Drop top to the cliff
Pop shots for the spliff
Got props for the kiss
Up in a circle
We huddle up in a circle
Up in a circle
We huddle up in a - oh, wait
Up in a circle
We huddle up in a circle
Up in a circle
I crashed my Golf back in '06
I'm just a ghost in a hard drive
I got a Burberry casket, but drip me in full Nike tech
Honestly, this is like odyssey
Drifting away like my father be
Thinking too hard, no lobotomy
Hate all these niggas misogyny
Activate phone and they bother me
Bitches ain't
Almost said something that used to had haunted me
Now I get females that regularly flaunting me
I feel like Gucci wit' all of his lawyers
I'm like a demon was born from the broiler
I bought a hammer to keep up the order
Yes I'm the nigga but I'm not a Sawyer
Up in the, up in the night
I bought a cape just to hang from the roof
Summoning Satan in circles
My armor ebony, sending this energy maybe it hurt you
Niggas was thinkin' we druids
I pop up under the earthly influence
How you gon' tell me when I done been thru it