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Do you feel that I'm feeling? Do, do you feel that I’m being free And I'm thinking free? Yes Do, do— I actually don't think you’re thinking anything Baby, we're gonna try and see (Conductor) If we're still here (Conductor, Conductor, Conductor) Ayo, I'm drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes (Ah, Allah) They can't fuck with me, Allah (Ayo, ayo) I'm drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes (Ah) I rebirth the fuck out these niggas I’m drinkin’ Pérignon out of Pyrexes (FLYGOD) Puttin' holes and stains on these niggas (Ah) I’m drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes (Brrt) Ayo, bullets hangin' over, word to Jesus, Mary, Joseph (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Moses sandals, Valentino camo with the eagles posin' (Ah) Posted by the samples, fiends trample "West, you got that Van Gogh with the stamp, yo?" Extra-extra hot from Nando’s, Dadas with the five-panel Prada bucket with the triangle (Ah) Hung the nigga, his Supreme fives dangle, my eyes lay low Letras de cancionesLow-top Fear of Gods with the drawstrings, please If you could cook one or two when I shop, by all means Ayo, back-to-back Bentaygas (Skrrt), rockin' flavors, jewelry on me major Name one greater, city full of neighbors, but they seem like strangers (Ah) Shoot him now, we meet in Vegas (Brrt), hundred shots to drop him painless (Brrt) Hundred pots we watch, so say less, Mama used to shop at Payless Tucked it up, that's just the dangers, bakin' soda used for yay Come fuckin' with me, nigga, say what? Adam Cole was fightin' Bálor (Ah) Dapper Dan, my Gucci tailored, [?] [1:46] ankle [traced to sailors?] Fuck the cops, you niggas failures (Fuck the police), funerals to sing to Hell Yeah, I don't even gotta tell you (Uh-uh, doot, doot) (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Ayo, I'm drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes (Ah) I love symmetry, so I broke his face in half I'm drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes (Ah) The WatchTV on all over the lab Most villainous, my city is the deadliest I'm drinkin' Pérignon out of Pyrexes [?] [2:14] notorious like the Congo Machete to his neck like I work for El Chapo Torch your house down while you and your family asleep Put you out your sorrow, just call me Plum Pyro Well, the thing about being the very best is If, if you ever start in your own mind to say you're not the one If you're not the very best in your own mind Then you're gonna be a loser in the ring There's nothing personal with the Road Warriors This doesn't mean there's dissension within the Legion of Doom? No, this is a business, man, I'm in here for money From Letras Mania