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Euphoria


Them super powers gettin` neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin` paranoid and now is spiralin`
You`re movin` just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin` distasteful
I calculate you`re not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin` stories on the family front `cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You`rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify `em, you make music that pacify `em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that`s random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don`t tell no lie about me and I won`t tell truths `bout you




Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee


Yeah, I`m out the way, yeah, I`m low, okay
Yeah, the island right here`s remote, okay
I ain`t thinkin` about no reaper
Nigga, I`m reapin` what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I`m Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon `til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let`s play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou` like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"
He fakin` for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must`ve forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I`ll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac`, the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn`t point down enough, today, I`ll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I`m ready to double the wage
I`d rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don`t wanna work with me no more? Okay
It`s three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin` and huggin` on stage
I love `em to death, and in eight bars, I`ll explain that phrase, huh
It`s nothin` nobody can tell me, huh
I don`t wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It`s no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I`m a selfish nigga
The crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I`m YNW Melly
I don`t like you poppin` shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin` P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin` again on him, you think about pushin` me
He`s Terrence Thornton, I`m Terence Crawford, yeah, I`m whoopin` feet
We ain`t gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain`t been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It`s always been about love and hate, now let me say I`m the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it`s gon` be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck, `cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice, I said "we," it`s not just me, I`m what the culture feelin`
How many more fairytale stories `bout your life `til we had enough?
How many more Black features `til you finally feel that you`re Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don`t like Drake when he act tough
You gon` make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin`
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it`s a classic, you don`t have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell `em where you get your abs from
V12, it`s a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk



Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin` with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch
I`m allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein` famous
Yachty can`t give you no swag neither, I don`t give a fuck `bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request
You know that we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that`s just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain`t even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin` me dance, wavin` my hand, and it won`t be no threat
I`m knowin` they call you The Boy, but where is a man? `Cause I ain`t seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain`t even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don`t like women, it`s real competition, you might pop ass with `em
Let`s speak on percentage, show me your splits, I`ll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a nigga that`s signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain`t like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I`ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y`all think all my life is rap?
That`s ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don`t know nothin` `bout that
Wakin` him up, know nothin` `bout that
Then tell him to pray, know nothin` `bout that
Then givin` him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin` `bout that
Teachin` him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don`t know nothin` `bout that
Speakin` the truth and consider what God`s considerin`, you don`t know nothin` `bout that
Ain`t twenty-v-one, it`s one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you
Yeah, bring `em out too, I`ll clean `em out too
Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin` ghost or AI? Nigga feelin` like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called "AI"
And my sixth sense tellin` me to off him
I`ma blick niggas all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders
Tell `em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can`t imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas don`t like the West Coast
And I`m fine with it, I`ll push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don`t speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon` bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin` fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you`re cheesin`, fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y`all niggas, I don`t trust y`all niggas
I wave one finger and thump y`all niggas like mmm
Field goal, punt y`all niggas, they punk y`all niggas,
nobody never took my food
Whoever that`s fuckin` with him, fuck you niggas,
and fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I`m takin` it further
Psst, that`s somethin` you don`t wanna do



Ooh
We don`t wanna hear you say "nigga" no more
We don`t wanna hear you say "nigga" no more
Stop