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I got motherfuckers claiming that they like my shit
I got motherfuckers claiming they might bite my shit
I got motherfuckers sittin’ on the road like drugged out truckers
And they waitin’ for the ruckus cause they fight and shit
I don’t like the shit, but it’s part of this here
From fifth gear I fit where they don’t sit near
With big ears so look here, ya’ll gon’ see fear
My mama told me ‘boy go and get one thing clear’
That’s the vision yup (yeah), I’m from the mission yup (yeah)
Where we ain’t grow up with a sippy cup just fisticuffs (oh yeah)
And if you hit enough, well then you hit enough
I don’t got the time to tell these motherfuckers what I think of ‘em
I make it OD from the no seats to nosebleeds
And proceeds keep my pro’ team on propene or propane
She got those fangs that choke things I know pain, but this shit feel good it’s okay

Okay I’m on one
I don’t need no one
And if you supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son

Okay I’m on one (on one)
I don’t need no one (no one)
And if you supposed to be my
Then you should throw some (throw some)
I got twin by me (twin) call that Olsen (Olsen)
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son

Alright, hol’ up motherfucker wait a minute yeah what’s happenin’?
All these fucking rappers left a mess and it’s now baffling
I walk in a room and catch ‘em standing there like mannequins
I’m god to you people Holy Spirit in me channeling

Y’all need to quit the talkin’ y’all some internet thugs
Needing some love or better yet, needing a hug
So quit with the drugs, you and your homie ain’t been the plug
I’m ‘bout to spit this free game just for you and your cuz

So tell me what the fuck they gon’ say to me?
I can show you how to walk inside the label, leave it free
I can show you how to get right through the door without a key
I can show you how to roll the dice better than Chris B

Motherfucker I’m so certified, 100 guaranteed
Only rapper that can rap and snap producing all his beats
If y’all wanna come for me, I wouldn’t even do that B
Don’t you bring that round me, if you really wanna see motherfucker cause I’m

‘Cause I’m back on the black owned down to the T
Tell these act wrongs the picture back on, you fuckers see
That I’m that one to take it back home and show the fee
They see many like you, they don’t make it like Keith (uh)

Word of mouth that the king be ready for celebratory confetti
Let ‘em sing the heavy or high note, eyes OP, scope tinge your many circle of yes men
Damn, you put Jim with Carrey?
Oh you an obvious rapper, I see the problem with rappers
I see the politic, actin’ like you a politic rapper
Labels that polish these rappers, able and pocket these rappers
And then they let ‘em all go, hood robbing these rappers
I don’t change for ‘em, take the stage for ‘em, feel the pain for ‘em
Play for ‘em, put the chain on ‘em, make a name for ‘em
Stain for ‘em, blood in rain for ‘em, make it safe for ‘em
Rather kill ‘em dead, get life out of the way for em

Okay I’m on one
I don’t need no one
And if you supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son

Okay I’m on one (on one)
I don’t need no one (no one)
And if you supposed to be my
Then you should throw some (throw some)
I got twin by me (twin) call that Olsen (Olsen)
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son

Okay I’m on one
I don’t need no one
And if you supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son

Okay I’m on one (on one)
I don’t need no one (no one)
And if you supposed to be my…
Then you should throw some (throw some)
I got twin by me (twin) call that Olsen (Olsen)
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son