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Yeah, uh, end of the game
Trouble, trouble, son
Sorry about your son
Yeah, uh

Dumbing it down for a second
My niggas the plug, we connected
Tethering ways, making this means
I rap and defeat the opposition

On the other side of the scene
What do I mean
My nigga, I'm wild and I'm free
Don't ever mistake me for weak

I'm cold as a cat, making it freeze
Never been losing my feet
She passing us names, the opinion brings
Many different things, wearing them rings

Covered in ice, that's only for cost
Determine my price, I'm getting it right
The future is bright and I see it on sight
These niggas biting man, these niggas mice man

These niggas mice man
Just get it, I get it, I might man
My apologies, I'm probably the only beast
The type to be on magazines

That's how niggas getting things
Fuck a major record deal, I'm just in it for the thrill
Bringing that murder to every beat that I kill
I talk my shit, cause I'm about that shit

Hardcore bar lines that I spit
Smell me a mile away, I'm heaven sent
Instead of wait lines, I confiscate
These silly motherfuckers really think they on a roll

When I spit these lines, they be ice cap and my heart cold
And it's frozen
I ain't with these douches acting like they chosen
I can't trust all of these bitches, man, as far as I can throw 'em

They be faking, I be looking at the progress I be making
This shit is all mine and it's all for the taking
My nigga, I tell ya
Dumbing it down for a second

My nigga's the plug, we're connected
Tethering ways, making his means
I rap and defeat the opposition
On the other side of the scene

What do I mean
My nigga, I'm wild and I'm free
Don't ever mistake me for weak
I'm cold as a cat, making it freeze

Never been losing my feet
She passing us names, her opinion brings
Many different things, wearing them rings
Covered in ice, that's only for cost

Determine my price, I'm getting it right
The future is bright and I see it on sight
These niggas biting, man
These niggas mice, man

These niggas mice, man
Just get it, I get it, I might, man
I'm a problem child
Always knew that my feelings were always rather mild

My thoughts be rather vile
It's a really significant time
My attention turning over the rise
It's on the brink and it's time

The time is never in denial
Look inside
My nigga, you soaring, you fly
The higher the state, reaching so high

Soaring just ain't
My nigga, the path is the figure
I'm aiming at niggas, I'm pulling the trigger
This shit ain't the game that a nigga imagine

It's full of these lames, they faking the snakes
They chase all that gray
Shit on your face
Krusher the Dante

Fuckin' the game and they screaming in pain