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One shot, two shot, three shot, Four I could take your second born One shot, two shot, three shot, None How you gone outrun the S.U.N.? Touch my family, you gone get killed Touch Jalesia, you gone get killed Touch Lisa, you gone get killed Touch Sheila, you gone get killed Touch Miss Two, You gone get killed Touch Zach, shout out Zach (Uh) You gone get killed Touch Michael, you gone get killed Touch Devonte', you gone get killed Touch Kevin, you gone get killed Touch Sam Pike, you gone get killed Touch Ean, you gone definitely get killed (uh) Baby Greg's the alpha Omega, Nashville Don Dada, the devil wears Prada but so does your father, I've been fathering so many artists from 'round the way, From Brownsville to Chapel Hill, You know the drill, rappers relay "Mayday", Me and the Villa gone fight, Forever a melee, Maybe, The day an artist convinced himself he needed to chase the sound that is a sad state of affairs that chastised the confidence, however nobody Cares? (hmm, gOD!) Maybe you should've just came to the show Maybe you should've just changed up the flow Maybe you should've just gave up dough Maybe Nobody will know (Nah!) Maybe Your gun was the first one to blow? Maybe Your son is the one on the floor Maybe You shouldn't have opened the door Maybe You should just go (Nah) Picture Him Giving you Dro' in the sack Picture Her giving you head in the back Picture them creeping around with a Mac Niggas We Will Attack (Ya!) Average Day In the life of (No!) Robbery Turned to the Death of a Joe Names In court, only time we Show Put 'em in the land of snow (Hold Up!) I've been dope as fuck for a long time, you Been Knew that! (gOD!) My New name is Perry, brother My voice is amazing, brother I get money like Paris, Brother Hate y'all niggas like Hogan, Brother Shout-out Keem & K. Dot, Brother Went to see em' in concert, brother Me and Sam was geekin, Brother Proud to be a big stepper, Brother Peanut Butter?, Feed me brother I draw niggas like ringling brothers Isn't the weather amazing Brother? Uh, My nigga it's raining brother But it's fine I'm thinking brother In the top 5's my ranking brother Vonte' Woodard that be my brother Now I'm ready to go (Go!) The Devil Lays dormant in front of my eyes, And often Arrives In Packs of Niggas, Crackas, Bitches, TERFs, Hoogies, Conservatives, Christians, judges, Politicians, Elected officials, a pot to piss in Quit your bitching, Abort your mission, A Vicious vixen, once told me That's hell's a given, for all of God's children I said "You trippin", But then she mentioned, our sin is living, In the devil's kitchen, and now she's missing Oh Well, I guess I Won't absorb the message Like she texted a confession that was even more a lesson Pitch-corrected, Though I'm guessing The Naked Truth is that we stressing over shit the past has brought to the future just like a present (But) You should've Put it on yourself (gOd) Out here rapping for some wealth (gOD) Instead I do it for your Health (gOd) Communities Rebuilt (Yeah) Another Classic Album (gOd) As told by Him (gOD) Baby Greg For the win (gOD) Spin Again, Spin Again!