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Talkin' to the gods and I got one wish Everybody die young, I don't wanna jump shit You don't know motherfucker, don't be jumpin' so quick Don't be runnin' with the numbers, they don't wanna see you win Hold that grudge, bitch, V for vendetta Clever with the set-up, now I gotta be better Now they wanna be me 'cause I make it look easy I be steezy keepin', eatin' all these rappers, never let up Kill it like a villain, I'ma sit upon the ceilin' when I'm spittin' Got a milli' lyrics rippin', I'm givin' it I'ma misfit, ill shit, I don't really feel this knife in my spine Turn up on me with quickness, ay Never fuckin' with the business Money be the one to cause a motherfuckin' sickness Kill another brother for the money, gotta quit this Bills ain't shit when a man ain't livin' Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay People stay killin' each other for nothin' and nothin' will stop 'em from grippin' the K Bang, fuck it, I'm stayin' away Keepin' it underground, fuck all the main Stay low-key 'til I proceed to the trophy Never hold me, better watch closely Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay I'll never fade I'll never fade I see my fate as clear as day No more to say I guess I'm made this way So walk away So walk away, walk away I got no more to say I guess I'm made this way, nade this way Made this way I guess I'm made this way I guess I'm made this way Made this way, nade this way I guess I'm made this way I guess I'm made this way I guess I'm made this way Made this way, made this way I guess I'm made this way
Writer(s): Kalem Tarrant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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