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Yeah,
1,
2,
3
Sitting
down
at
the
table
Sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
Kicking
songs
off
for
ages
Skill's
the
strong
tall
remainder
I
eat
beats
'cause
I'm
I-N-D-I-E
And
I
keep
it
going
'til
I
rot
stiff
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
a
single
motherfucker's
reputation
coming
at
me
When
they
looking
like
a
fish
Step
in
the
booth
never
feeling
cautious
Love
it
backstage
as
I'm
feeling
nauseous
I
never
got
booed,
they
don't
think
I'm
not
sick
When
I
get
my
penmanship
up
I'll
be
simply
toxic
Addicted
to
Hip
Hop
'til
I'm
not
hip
Point
me
where
the
closest
Coconut
Ciroc
is
Every
hater
when
they
try
to
throw
a
shot
miss
My
optics
are
locked
in
to
knock
hits
So
tell
me
who
knows
now
I
just
wanted
y'all
to
be
so
proud
But
you
just
can't
see
what
I
chose
Or
why
I
wanted
to
choose
it,
so
I
just
had
to
go
now
I
learned
how
the
road
is
a
joke
now
I
burned
all
my
old
dirty
clothes
now
You
heard
what
I
told
and
surfed
on
your
own
I'm
searching
for
gold
in
my
soul
now
(Grrrr-Agh!)
I
got
to
get
gone
Gotta
form
a
good
plot
to
get
shown
'Til
I'm
sitting
on
top
of
that
throne
Maybe
finally
props
will
get
thrown
at
me
People,
we
stop
and
get
blown
Some
people
love
Hip
Hop,
but
still
Stones
get
paid
homage
As
often
as
told
(Think
about
it)
These
prophets
get
old
after
longer
Your
eyes
have
been
closed
all
too
often
The
clock
has
been
rolled
over
tocking
And
constantly
broke
when
we
got
it
Your
time
just
gets
sold,
death
if
profit
Just
watch
and
get
woke
'Cause
it's
commonly
locked
and
then
closed
In
the
guarded
room
off
the
braided
rope
It's
surrounded
with
lots
of
paved
road
Sitting
down
at
the
table,
sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
Kicking
songs
off
for
ages,
skill's
the
strong
tall
remainder
Sitting
down
at
the
table
(Table,
table,
table,
table,
table)
Sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
(Chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers)
All
of
my
homies
are
saying
to
cut
the
cable
and
I'm
not
really
able
'Cause
every
weekend
I
drink
myself
under
the
table
You
know
this
shit
isn't
a
fable,
woah
Everytime
I
meet
a
local
rapper,
they
be
trying
to
have
sex
with
all
my
exes
The
sad
thing
is
I
just
watch
it
happen
Bitches
go
gaga
over
arms
that
flex
quick
Y'all
should
get
this
All
my
friends
think
I'm
a
laughingstock
until
a
bar
room
check
hits
Funny
thing
is
I
don't
think
I'm
shit
until
I
chill
in
my
room
and
start
to
pen
shit
I'm
coughing
vengeance
on
the
soft
pretenders
They
don't
stop
and
listen,
I
don't
want
attention
And
I'm
not
just
begging
Cause
the
plot
is
thicker
than
a
pot
of
grits
next
to
hot
ass
biscuits
I
wake
up,
pay
the
water
bill
Then
I
go
to
work
looking
for
parts
to
drill
While
I
spend
the
whole
day
tryna
charge
my
skill
I
come
home
and
emcees
I
start
to
kill
Rap
is
in
my
heart
for
real
I
started
thinking
I'mma
grab
another
dart
this
year
While
I
lowkey
stuff
Pop-Tarts
with
pills
And
come
back
with
a
wallet
full
of
hard-earned
bills
I
don't
get
anything
in
my
vicinity,
better
retreat
All
of
these
haters
are
lurking
I
watch
'em,
I
give
'em
a
treat
Take
a
dive
into
my
cranium,
maybe
you're
living
in
peace
Tackle
a
heckling
spectator
Peddle
him
into
the
street
That's
what
you
get
for
the
way
that
you
shitted
all
over
my
dreams
How
can
you
say
that
the
vision
is
crumbling
up
at
the
seems
What
do
you
got
that
I
want
in
your
pocket
that's
better
for
me?
Pick
him
up,
bag
him
up,
tie
him
and
drag
him
and
bring
him
to
me
Pick
'em
apart,
I
drip
with
the
sauce
Stiff
are
the
bodies
I
killed
at
the
park
Bitches
will
bark
but
this
is
assault
The
way
that
I
kick
it
make
women
just
stop
I
spit
'em
some
bars
until
they
lose
bras
Some
call
me
crazy,
I
feel
I'm
in
charge
My
knife
will
get
slid
on
a
rock
up
until
it
is
sharp
I
dig
into
skin
and
they
pause
Hide
'em
in
the
floor
board
then
they
finally
deceased
They
don't
wanna
see
me
bring
the
shiner
to
deplete
Run
around
and
see
you
wear
designer
and
repeat
Bump
EKwesco,
you
might
just
get
to
leave
(Bang
bang!)
Shots
ringing
down
the
hall
(Pow
pow!)
Bullets
whizzing
through
the
stall
(Blakakakakakakak!)
Where's
your
balls?
I
thought
you
said
you
would
kill
a
shooter
dog
Bring
it
up
to
me,
I
want
all
the
smoke
You
can't
even
see
what
I
gotta
tote
You
can't
say
I'm
small,
bigger
guys
I
throw
So
if
you're
my
size
you
might
just
wanna
go
Feast
when
I
write,
better
recognize
Beast
on
the
mic,
ever
energized
We
slaughter
hype,
never
simplified
Cheat
all
the
time
'til
you
get
a
prize
Sitting
down
at
the
table,
sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
Kicking
songs
off
for
ages,
skill's
the
strong
tall
remainder
Sitting
down
at
the
table
(Table,
table,
table,
table,
table)
Sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
(Chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers)
Sitting
down
at
the
table,
sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
Kicking
songs
off
for
ages,
skill's
the
strong
tall
remainder
Sitting
down
at
the
table
(Table,
table,
table,
table,
table)
Sipping
Crown,
fuck
chasers
(Chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers,
chasers)
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