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Killa, it's The Off-Season Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't f- with my man And don't check your watch, you know the time Cole World, Killa Cam, n- is f- finished This sh- too easy for me now Cole been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these f- clowns Look how everybody clappin' When your 30 song album do a measly hundred thou' If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down If you hated on a n-, please don't greet me with a pound I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground Back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown Vivid memories, n- start to squeeze, we duckin' down So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref' I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept And got they O's off, you reach, n- uppin' like Steph To blow your nose off, could zoom tight, and then resume flight As if it never happened, sh- we witnessed full of so much sickness Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to Eric Clapton Off this clever rapping, b-, my pockets gon' forever fatten They gon' forever fatten See, we tried to tell n- They act like they don't f- speak English My pen to the paper's lethal I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the The n- that made them peep the reaper Creepin' on ya, the sin of failure reakin' on ya Check your genitalia, p- n- bleedin' on yourself F- with Cole is bold, but it's impedin' on your health All your n- eatin' off your wealth All my n- feedin' all theyselves, and it feels swell Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dawgs wanna k- 12 (uh) 'Cause they said they harassin' We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly That end in the deadliest fashion My young n- nutty, they blastin' Bullets be hummin' like Cudi But one of your hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin' All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways Shots poppin' off y'all, laid down, cops choppin' off y'all legs now God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh" My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' it y'all way (y'all way) We sendin' it y'all way (y'all way) That's what the f- I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all see what the f- goin' on out here (Killa, Harlem) I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, n- Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your hood up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Put your clique up Represent your sh-, your sh- Represent your sh-, your sh- Represent your clique, your clique Represent your clique, your clique If you scared to throw it up, get the f- out the club If you scared to throw it up, get the f- out the club