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Lyrics:

Since I added all the back ups to

This track. They've been left

Out. The few I include (like this)

Were not performed by artist in

The same stroke. BackUps are there

So.. Your choice.. Now Go Kill it!

1 time for them prayin' on my downfall

2 times for the homies in the chow hall

3 times for them hoes on the internet

Shittin' on niggas when they really

Should get out more

4 times for the days that were all bad

5timesFor DaBitches who aint called back

6 times for da kids like me

Who got ADHD just to..

Kidanap a nigga like ISIS

Turn a whole world to a Crisis

Walk arouna city wit a ice pick

I been paranoid usually I aint like dis

Aint no tellin how crazy I might get, uh

Beat the police with a nightstick

In my whole life, I been lifeless

Now Im so fly Im a muhfuckin flight risk

ahihi a couple hoes 'til I pass out

Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house

I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch

Now I got the bentley an its blacked out

Family lookin' at me like a cash cow

Errybody dissin' just to have clout

Thought you hada chance now ya assed out

Nigga, I'm the muhfuckin' man

Where you at now?

ahihi it. I'ma hit'em till dey jumpin'

I ain't trippin, this is nothin

I been livin in the dungeon

I done held a couple grudges

Went to hell an got abducted

Meet the devil, I'm his cousin

I ain't settlin' for nothin'

Got a metal In the truck

I keep a semi when I'm bussin'

Niggas duckin' Even Stevie Wonder

Couldnt see it comin'

I Ain't judgin' I just want the money

I don't need a budget, I been hungry

I ain't got no oven

But I got the munchies, nigga

How you gon' move on the front line?

If I dont ahihi with you I just cut ties

My high school teacher said

I'd never be shit

Tell that bitch that

I turned out just fine.. And no,

I don't know you for the twelfth time

We do not share the same bloodline

You love to run ya mouth like a tuff guy

Hope you keep the same energy when

It's crunch time (Wooo)

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1time for them prayin' on my downfall

2times for Dem bitches in da South Shore

3times for them days on the block

Gettin' chased by the cops

Like a motherfuckin' outlaw

4times for them days that were all bad

5timesFor DaBitches who aint called back

6times for da kids like me

Who got ADHD just to..

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

(Woooo)

Double homicide kill DaBeat an da verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground

Yeah, we deserve it

Whats beef?

Beef is when you murder motherfuckers

On a beat kill'em all kill 'em all

Nah! Nah! What's beef?

Beef is brothers dyin' over shit

That never mattered in the first place

Lyin' in the street.

What's peace?

Peace is when you leave it in the past

Let it heal like a cast

When enough time pass an'you blast

Kinda like John Wick bars like a convict

ahihi around an you dont wanna start shit

Comin' with da hot shit

All dey do is talk shit

You can never TopIt boy jus stop (StopIt)

High and Drunk, call that H. D. Vision

All these other motherfuckers

Full of indecision

And I murder with precision

All over ya television

I'm numero uno number one

An' you's jus'a subdivision

Never listen, we gone leave'em missin

Thats the mission like..

Aint no time to bicker over whoda nicest

It's Logic, It's obvious

Just ask the audience

I've come to body this shit.

Yes it's egregious. I'm Regis

You Kelly, you pussy (you pussy)

(You) push me I'm Louis Vuitton

You at Target with your mom

On the internet

Still hatin' on my last post

I just sent a steak back at Mastro's

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

(Woooo)

Double homicide kill DaBeat an da verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground

Yeah, we deserve it (Yeah, Uh)

Far from the minimum

Kill-in-em wit no Ritalin

And Fi-ive 9 was the middleman to git'm

In da same room, now we on the same tune

And we still the gangdum

The illest of lyricists on the same shit

RattPack clap back on da gang shit, Do it

For da love of rap not for da fame shit

(Wooo)

1time for the Grammy that I never got

2times for the Garden that I sold out

3times for the street crimes

That I committed Yeah, I did it

But thank God that I made it out

Four tiimes 'cause I'm a fuckin' bastard

Fiive tiimes Platinum with my last shit

6times for the beats and the rhymes

ahihi the heat and the crime

Keep the peace like our waistline

(Woooo)

Back Track carefully fixed, added to,

And stitched together from Existing

Backing track, Original Track, and

Fabricated when neeed.

By the Ninja:

Arick_Lee