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everyday i wake up with a new way to the paper/
“13 reasons”, hannah baker/
why i shouldn’t k!ll you all?/
never been a faker/
i’m about to get my cake up/
lil n-gga get your weight up, ’cause we bout to go war/
we don’t leave no messes/
send you up with all the blessings/
breathing heavy like asbestos/
when i’m breaking down your door/
in a minute, i’ma let you finish/
i’ma get back to this business/
i swear, i’ma be the greatest of them all!/
i told ya f-ckers once, and i’ma tell ya again/
i’ma be the realest n-gga, i don’t have to pretend/
your money coming short/
i’m swimming on the f-cking deep end/
you cross my path, that’ll be your last, and then my wrath’ll begin/ ’cause i’m a god, i go hard, i don’t spar with n-ggas/
you want to fight, you’ll lose your life/ i swear to moi my n-gga/
got offsh0r- accounts holding like seven figures/
with a bad lil island b-tch making dinner/
she got on her head top, so i had to spin her/
the way her p-ssy bless me, ah choose to be a sinner/
i give that b-tch hard wood, so she caught a splinter/
flow crazy like i just left the f-cking mental center/
rhymes colder than frozone, in the middle of the winter/
but i’m in this sh-t to win it, i’ma be the f-cking winner/
only time i’m number two is when i’m sh-tting on my dinner/
so i need what’s on your plate/ i’m getting fat, you getting thinner/ so quit playing with name, this ain’t a game, you don’t want it/
like the clap, cause when i rap, it makes you sick to your stomach/ like the flu, what you gon’ do, when i send 42/
i’ll jack and rob you son/ f-ck you gon’ do/
lemme slow it down for you while i catch my breath/
’cause sh-t going over your head, you might miss the rest/
my chain heavy, can’t jump, it might hit my chest/
they ain’t ready for me to drop/unless they talking bout dead/
but i ain’t stopping ’til the crown sitting on top of my head/
and it’s tilted like towers/
n-ggas shiver like cowards/
sweep your girl off her feet/
you know b-tches love flowers/
making rap great again , that’s my f-cking superpower/
like the flash, i’m on ya -ss, cause i’m fast as sh-t/
aqua-man on my wrist, cause my diamonds drip/
ghost riding on the strip/
i just might f-ck ya b-tch/
shooting fire when i spit/
let me out the cage like nick/
i got the sh-t that you sniff, so have a blast like propane/
or a shot to the head, like your last name cobain/
you talk hot, just watch, you’ll get popped like champagne/
i’m f-cking on ‘mona lisa’, and smoking on mary jane/
n-ggas take me as a joke, and they think it’s all fun and games/
but i’m slitting b-tches throats!/
do it look like i’m f-cking playing?/
i be rapping so quick, i just might pop a f-cking vein/
plug me in for your fix/
take a dose or two for the pain/

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