It's a million motherfuckers out there that support this raw shit
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It's slaughter house shit
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All the time I'm thinking
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Hoping my true motherfuckers know
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That the house gang will never fall, never fall!
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Against all odds I'm in my studio getting blow
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The rap niggas is all I saw!
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How I end up here?
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Got the blueprint for Biggie and Ozz
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Ghetto niggas go and pack them like the 50s and jazz
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It's against all odds, should have been a gift shop broads
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New niggas out here dressing like Nickie Minaj
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Selling their soul to make it wealthy
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Wearing women shirts on, and denim skirts on
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Instagram taking selfies
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I celebrate the minute you die
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And I'll be here after the firework (5th of July!)
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Here lies a fictional writer, considered a liar
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Always rapping about trapping,
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Or what an actress did on the wire
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Then they ask me why I'm rapping like a killer for higher
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Some niggas lock my homies in a trunk,
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And lead it on fire!
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You can hear my life pain in the way I spit
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They don't give a fuck if a DJ play my shit
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I like my shit, put it in the club!
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Hide my shit, I write my shit, real niggas recite my shit
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In their labour they owe me, that ain't no least agreement
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Please believe it, I got you on your knees and screaming
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Looking like you're in a navy with a cold
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Cause their dick so far up your ass, hoe!
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You sneeze and see me
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Then they put you on a single with the same niggas
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On ' man, you're just a bunch of lame niggas, yeah!
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You're hot now, but holler with a shit ass
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If I don't feel the music, I ain't rapping with your bitch ass!
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And I bet I still won't come around broke
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Riffles spitting hollow tits right of this hundred round broke
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When I'm barely six feet deep, coping internal shit
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And all makes sense, I'll be the underground go nigga.
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Syllable king, lyrical drink, niggas be like typical means
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I'm killing your dreams!
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Pop you in your bed dosing
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My shooters come out the closet quick as Frank Ocean
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Got you! I'm looking at these lyric system them all
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I'm taking you niggas to lyrical training
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You ain't in my leaning
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I'm giving a fuck if you think you're a star
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The bigger they are, the harder they fall
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I slip' when I set the Apocalypse off!
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Shots kill it off, your life will get off
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And it will be your own fault
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Remember you're on road
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Like a bitch with a dildo, you're digging your own hoe!
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West Coast, my kingdom is there!
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I've been underground for years
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You think I would care
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Cause main stream'
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You'll be counting with one hand
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Still have a middle finger to spare
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Fuck 'em! I ain't hating, I'm just telling the truth
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When I see a real MC, I tell them, 'salute'!
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Against all odds hoping my true motherfuckers know
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That the house king will never fall
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Never!
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Against all odds I'm in the studio and bow
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Watching rap niggas sell their soul!
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Against all odds!
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Yeah, yeah, nigga
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House game, house game
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Almighty house game!
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Against All Odds
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Crooked I |