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Yeah, yeah
Here we go with the same old shit
Lames always seem to run they lame old lips
And be way more equipped to forget their own lines
PM way more tense in this shit
Thinking I'm concernin' my little bip, what a bitch!
Call it a conundrum, feel like E40 out here tryna function
They like MJ, wanna be startin' somethin'
First to call the cops when somebody wanna punch them
Man, swear they playin' russian
Roulette, shit talk hasn't made you cool yet
Ain't been in a room yet, with me at the same time
Stop saying what I said like you ain't lying
You were never there many, what the fuck would you know
Push you out of our circle, that's sumo
Shit is like Fight Club, you should know the rules, though, yeah
Get up off my dick!
No joke, no joke
Don't go thinking you know who the fuck I am
Off a secondhand story from your man
Get up off my dick!
No joke, no joke
Don't go thinking you know what the fuck this is
Nose all up in my biz
Shit, get up off my dick!
Once again, it's the brother with the god flow
Livin' like there's no tomorrow
It's the kobe and lebron show
Who the fuck you tryna guard bro?
Tell 'em all like I'm pusha, like I'm marlow
My name is my name, don't belong in your mouth though
Firm like you got the clout hoe
Heard you can't even run your own household
And if your life was an album, this would be the outro (go on bitch!)
Should've been a little cautious
Bitches slick, talkin' 'bout the bosses
Better check your wack off-brand wristwatches
Know what time it is 'cause I'm coming with the monsters
To fuck up your clique
But you're clowns in the circus,
'Bout to get surrounded by nurses
'Cause I hit like Sonny Bell, on the ?
See me on the real, you be clutching at the purses
(Sucka you're shit) I'm seeing through the smoke and mirrors