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Out of touch niggas wanna shit my name They lost touch with reality long before 2013 Look at me, i'm flyer than a bitch And your ho know, she respects my motherfucking dick Young Alien told me: ''style on em P'' Then he passed me the chee, Alchemist threw on the beat Let me tell you niggas something dope Something you can bring it back like the cypher smoke Gangsta hippie, i'm really on some cool shit But you try to press me, I don't bullshit It's gonna be bad, it's not gonna be fair The fuck you take me for, some type of square? Look I'm well aware that we are not the same Polar oposites, I'm active, you a lame I'm bout it, you ain't, nah, you ain't ready to ride, and hunt human beings You're not a gambling man, you wouldn't risk your freedom Say my name three times in the dark I'll pop up in your bedroom, pop in on your broad Say my name ho, don't try to hold it in R.I.P., he colder than the cold wind Cut him like the Hulk He bleeding like Jack Frost My heart been a ice box since I can walk All I know is pain, don't get me started bro Letras de cancionesYou know i'm dead serious you niggas living jokes I get ghost, long before I hit folks So I'll be out in Sweden, while you be here wheezing Blood bubbleing from your nose, hard to breathe with Bullets in your lungs and statements in your mouth I be doing niggas favors, exposing rats And goddamn, this the motherfucking thanks I get? Sensitive thugs, y'all all need slugs Lodged in your spinal columns, Roll you like drugs, And persian rugs I won't even take your money or that rollie on your cuff I stick to the script, and incinerate rubish Militant, I don't tolerate a lot of dumb shit Say my name three times in the dark I'll pop up in your bedroom, pop in on your broad Say my name ho, don't try to hold it in R.I.P., he colder than the cold wind From Letras Mania