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This is what you get This is what you get when you mess with us, with us So committed that I should be committed if you wanna come and get it got seat along my fit it running down my lake and I claimed I never shit it so yeah I could give a fuck about a critic What, I need Pitchfork to tell me how dope I am? Like I need accountants to tell me how broke I am Like I need my ex girl to tell me what a joke got in and but honestly the jokes on them a million deep and we all scream and swag got my hand on my falls 'cause that's all that I have with my Benz kind of thirty in my pants kind of sad we laugh about the game like it's not that bad this is cool, you don't wanna see me mad trade a joke flow yeah I got it in the back I don't care what you rap throw up that white flag like This is what you get this is what you get when you mess with us, with us All of a.. the dead is suicidal so keeping the dream alive is so damn vital I'm going for approval, I'm going for the title and fuck your blog, my name is in the Bible don't get me wrong, we'd love to put you on but I play to your station, only prays five fucking songs y'all it's cool I don't get upset I kick the hoe in your chest and wrip your soul down your neck 'cause I dog so deep and my heart's.. I could see it man I'm standing at the preceptors the drop is some of this years most impressive shit 'cause big rappers don't know what a recession is American dream is a dream to fur you live the life that they prefer I don't run with the hurt 'cause the hurt is hurt I seat back like damn your nerds got nerve This is what you get this is what you get when you mess with us, with us |