Текст песни
They
wanna
speak
my
name,
speak
my
lyrics,
then
act
like
they
won't
get
shot
Use
my
name
and
get
back
slap.
My
lyrics
aren't
yours
so
no
back
chat
The
shells
you
can
keep,
call
it
get
back.
Your
phony
artist
better
relax
My
stylee
a
snap
back,
like
punnani
in
a
hot
bath
Me
na
eating
to
turtle
soup
mixed
with
mutton.
Me
ghetto,
wit
a
knife
in
a
your
belly
button
They
wanna
speak
my
name,
speak
my
lyrics,
then
act
like
they
won't
get
shot
from
the
spirit
Wings
clipped,
now
you're
falling.
A
sinking
ship,
I
never
needed
you
I
am
my
time,
without
writing
rhymes.
No
need
to
write
lines,
me
hot
all
the
time
You
got
to
delivered
to
evil,
SLR
for
ya
eagle
. Now
I'm
gonna
leave
you
see
through,
like
a
peephole
They
wanna
speak
my
name,
speak
my
lyrics,
then
act
like
they
won't
get
shot
from
my
spirit
They
wanna
speak
my
name,
speak
my
lyrics,
then
act
like
they
won't
get
shot
My
gun
shatter
temples
so
go
on
& run
insides
ya
temples
you'll
get
two
shot
in
a
ya
temple
cause
ya
fossils
a
thief
& then
asking
god
for
relief
like
he
going
to
stop
the
fire
burning
in
a
de
streets
the
stomping
in
ya
face
wit
my
cleats
ya
blood
clotting
under
me
feet
They
wanna
speak
my
name
an
speak
me
lyrics
an
then
act
like
they
won't
get
shot
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