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The ports of walking dead are coming in from around the tri-state area Stay in your homes and lock your doors Do not travel anywhere (yeah) I'm out for blood If I die, I'll be a legend Drop it go just like a weapon Leave you dead with no expression Like your fanbase when you drop Always capping on your raps I promise you don't have no ops This is all I do, this lockdown wasn't nothin' I've been hoarding beats, I swear this all I do, I get it done Competition boring me 'cause I've been running laps on everyone Fake rappers corner me, but I'm not doing features for you bums Straight out this quarantine, yeah, I'm finally back, now watch them run Yeah, I don't care what you offer me, this all I do is slaughter beats Your new tape was a flop to me, so now your fans all flock to me This rap game like a cookout, and you know I'm glad you brought the beef You'll never reach my level, you should know you don't dishonor me So go debate it while I'm going places You can load and fade off into irrelevance It bet it must be so enraging Gotta face it, now you're barely making dividends And your flow sounds just like Yoda, you're not making any sense I got no love for the ones that throwin' shots and then they run Talking cheap behind my back until I threaten to erupt I got no hesitation, I've been elevating Everything I do, I'm gonna celebrate it You just conversate while I'm compensated Just had to let you know I'm out for blood If I die, I'll be a legend Drop it go just like a weapon Leave you dead with no expression Like your fanbase when you drop Always capping on your raps I promise you don't have no ops This is all I do, this lockdown wasn't nothin' I've been hoarding beats, I swear this all I do, I get it done Competition boring me 'cause I've been running laps on everyone Fake rappers corner me, but I'm not doing features for you bums Straight out this quarantine, yeah, I'm finally back, now watch them run What a year Took a break and made a million, now we're here They rolled me off and now I'm really out performing all my peers I don't need touring, only do it 'cause I love meeting my fans I make more on any given month than your label advance And all the same ones that are dissing me couldn't tour during quarantine Had to get a job, it must've hit their ego pretty hard And they were talking really cute until they sold off all their cars Saw their latest show on aisle seven Oh, by the way I'll pay with card It'll make your career if I ever mention your name See you trying to be tough online but in person you never aim I know I look just like Ed Sheeran, but if you cross me, then I bang Got a problem with me, yeah, I keep a coffin with me I don't need to be poppin' semis, 'cause I'm spittin' automatic You wondering how this happened If I'm a snake, then why you proud of me? If I'm so fake, then why crashing checks you making off of me, huh?
Writer(s): Josh Abrahams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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