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Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick" "All you talk about is just gettin' rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips This is culturally inappropriate You run from the spirit of repossession Too much enamel covers your necklace I buy bitches, you buy ’em sections You buy watches, I buy collections Misery's fuelin' your regression Jealousy’s turnin' into obsession Reality TV is mud wrestlin' Some signed checks, I know better than Beware of my name, that there is delegate You know I know where you're delicate Crush you to pieces, I hum a breath of it I will close your Heaven for the hell of it You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans I'm watchin' your fame escape relevance We all in the room, but here’s the elephant You chasin’ a feature out of your element And those lab diamonds under inspection The question marks block your blessings There's no tombstones in the desert I know by now you get the message Letras de canciones Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick" "All you talk about is just gettin’ rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips It don't take much to put two and two Your lucky streak is now losin' you Money's dried up like a cuticle They gaspin’ for air now, it's beautiful John 10:10, that's my usual Mommas is fallin' out in funerals Embalmed and bloat', they now viewin' you They never find the guns, but the sewers do Bubbles was sick, he need medicine Brought him back to life, now he dead again Richard don't make watches for presidents Just a million trapped between skeletons This the darkest that I've ever been The diamonds make you taste peppermint You ain't thrive in the snow like it's The Revenant And send orders back down, and keep shovelin' Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick" "All you talk about is just gettin' rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips Although things get dark, you know I'ma get callin' You look side to side, like, "What did they say?" And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realize That the Devil is talkin' to you (Hmm) I'm not the candidate to vibe with I don't fuck with the kumbaya shit All that talent must be God-sent I sent your ass back to the cosmics The things I seen under my eyelids Kaleidoscope dreams, murder, and sirens Let's be clear, hip-hop died again Half of my profits may go to Rakim How many Judases done let me down? But fuck it, the West mine's, we right now Therapy showed me how to open up It also showed me I don't give a fuck The two-time Gemini with the genocide I'm generous, however you want it, I'll be the gentle kind Gentlemen and gangstas connect, the agenda of mine Move niggas up outta here, this shit get gentrified Heavy genes like Genovese, I drop your pentagon And show up at your at your gender reveal, and tell 'em give me mine I son niggas, I am the general, where my gin and juice? Every song in the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom Niggas want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger root I generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitals They said I couldn't reach Gen' Z, you fuckin' dickheads You must be full of that ginseng, here comes the jinx, yeah They genetics been synthetic, screamin' they genius A finger wave, they all fall, niggas is Jenga God gave me light, a good year full of free will Trump card, told me not to spare ya life, motherfucker Although things get dark, you know I'ma get callin' You look side to side, like, "What did they say?" And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realize That the Devil is talkin' to you From Letras Mania