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Is it me? Woah Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (Yeah, yeah, woah) I don't need no fuckin’ help and checkin' in been overplayed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah) Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Not no fuckin’ break until I'm uppin' what I'm fuckin' paid Put them habits down, I'm not nobody you could recognize (Yeah) I don't go to war about this shit, what kinda man am I? (Bow) Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized I live with conditions, wakin' up, already paralyzed I could—, I could count the minutes ’til it’s time to put them plans through Cut two-hundred tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue (Woo) Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you (Ah) Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam', too (Woah) Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (Woah, yeah, bap, yeah) I don’t need no fuckin' help and checkin' in been overplayed (Woah, woah) Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days (Woah, woah, woah) Not no fuckin’ break until I'm uppin' what I'm fuckin' paid I could do this shit better, I stand on that Fuck you, put it on all them tracks Beat 'em outside 'til twelve spin back Keep shit runnin' 'til the phone get tapped Letras de cancionesI rig shit up if I had to, bitch Dig another grave, not passive, bitch Fall back, threats not plastic, bitch Die 'bout pickin' up traction (Bitch, woo) I could die right here, right now, give you ten more years, bet you still won't catch up Why the fuck would I stop this shit? Can't copy this shit, and I still won't let up You don't like me, it's alright, bitch, bet up Check where you at, I could get somethin' set up Fist work, bitch, I'ma keep going, get up Fuck him, he dead, and I still won't let up From Letras Mania