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Rule the world in my palm you niggas ain't even on
So don't be asking no questions when you speakin' to a don
All that shit you be talkin' is really just a mirage
You better step up ya bars before you step up to ours
And since its music eternal we manifesting the gods
You probably need a team of writers just to even the odds
Instead I leave em in gauze elitist I been this raw
You defeated its like having the heater pressed to ya jaw
You wanna get on my level then meet us up at the stars
I'm chilling on rogue planets that's between venus and mars
I'm knowing they can't stand it when the crowd makes the applause
Niggas in 360 deals forgot to read they clause
So they gotta take a loss body another corpse
Catch a body like I pulled the shotty out my drawls just because
It's over
It's over now
The mortician yall gonna need more writtens to keep up
Or find yourself with the reaper align yourself with the gatekeeper
Bang speakers blocks from ya hood where niggas plotting for goods
Cant hold ya own then you gotten for good
You want a deal to pick cotton you would
Be the slave minded type yes massa ass nigga for plugs
Tryna purchase respect, I snatch the Burberry purse from ya neck
These words that connect this verse may have adverse effects
Like bursts from a tech they hit the block ducking
Anybody can get it nigga I ain't flexing for nothin mufucka
I'll die before any of mine suffer
I enter ya mind and fill it with plenty of rhyme substance
Really cause I'm fucked up on most days
Got ya mama some crochets and ya girl on some four play
It's over
It's over now
Why you tricking ya whole rent check for a feature to try and reach a status
I been told you before you went broke you need to practice
Or get a verse from the illest nigga in ya squad
And that shit still wouldn't be hard
Good god I'm on the mic crushing careers in the palm of my hand
Ya net worth is only big as ya conglomerate spans
Till i get mail from anonymous fans
Ima be underground chillin' wit the generals plotting them plans
Gotta advance and cant be stagnant
You get less sympathy than a dead beat dad gets
Tryna get mad chips to classics its all mathematics
Multiplyin dollas divided from all that wack shit
Niggas always be asking why is this not on wax yet
The mad threat gimme my credit yall niggas past debt
It's over
It's over now

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