Lyrics
Bitch
Get
Vocal,
no
I
ain't
talking
bout
no
pro
tools
Might
just
send,
it
bitch
go
postal,
fuck
shit
up,
online
or
local
Yeah
Yeah,
Bitch
Get
Vocal,
no
I
ain't
talking
bout
no
pro
tools
Might
just
send,
it
bitch
go
postal,
fuck
shit
up,
online
or
local
Much
to
say,
too
much
to
prove
I
don't
know
much,
but
enough
to
move
To
the
top
of
the
chain,
no
rust
no
bruise
No
doubt,
got
routes
that
I
take
to
the
truth
So
I
make
you
motherfuckers,
listen
again
Get
specific
I'll
be
saying
the
name
Give
a
shit
about,
your
fictional
pain
Fickle
bitches,
keep
on
picking
my
brain
Sick
of
you
hypocrites
bringing
me
trouble
There's
too
many
times
that
I'd
choose
to
humble
I
came
for
the
belt
I'm
refusing
to
buckle
The
business
you're
building
reduce
it
to
rubble
I
built
my
own
vision,
and
sold
it
to
me,
Fuck
up
a
record
and
show
the
receipts
Bringing
the
flow
when
I
step
on
a
beat,
If
you
give
me
a
Dell,
then
you
roll
in
the
deep
Make
my
points,
make
my
plays
Gonna
get
my
cream,
that
flow
olay
Let
that
soak
in,
I
could
go
all
day
Let
me
chill
for
a
minute
might
go
O'Shea
Ok,
now
the
whip
is
bumping
bring
a
landslide
flow,
and
a
thought
eruption
When
I
flame
my
beefs
on
raw
production,
won't
get
no
love,
got
poor
seduction
I
write
from
my
soul,
Find
my
shine
and
heighten
my
pulse
I'm
told,
my
minds
defined
by
my
goals,
and
so
I
strive
to
write
and
find
gold
Whether
in
sales,
or
whether
in
silence,
I'm
facing
the
storm
and
I
weather
the
violence
And
what
I
was
taught
when
I'm
closer
to
triumph,
is
that
I
can
never
resort
to
compliance
Bitch
Get
Vocal,
no
I
ain't
talking
bout
no
pro
tools
Might
just
send,
it
bitch
go
postal,
fuck
shit
up,
online
or
local
Yeah
Yeah,
Bitch
Get
Vocal,
no
I
ain't
talking
bout
no
pro
tools
Might
just
send,
it
bitch
go
postal,
fuck
shit
up,
online
or
local
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