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[Intro]
Sudden-
[Chorus]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Lately, every word that come out my mouth been fired straight from the hip
I've been living on Colored People time, I'm getting there when I get (When I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (Get)
What was your past rate? (Uh)
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f-
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats, wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists (Uh-Uh)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh you mad, you not on somе lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Come on)
[Verse 1]
Uh, Shake it, Shakе it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake that shit (Ayy)
You tried to swing and you- (Uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
Every shot that you take is a brick (It's a brick!)
Every brick that you make is a miss (It's a miss!)
Niggas wearing your house on they wrist (On they wrist!)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (Yeah)
Sudden-
[Chorus]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Lately, every word that come out my mouth been fired straight from the hip
I've been living on Colored People time, I'm getting there when I get (When I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (Get)
What was your past rate? (Uh)
You keep changing? We might have to castrate
What the f-
Where's the hits?
Yeah I heard all your beats, wasn't hits
I can't argue with talent or lists (Uh-Uh)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh you mad, you not on somе lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Come on)
[Verse 1]
Uh, Shake it, Shakе it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake that shit (Ayy)
You tried to swing and you- (Uh, uh)
Ain't make that shit
Every shot that you take is a brick (It's a brick!)
Every brick that you make is a miss (It's a miss!)
Niggas wearing your house on they wrist (On they wrist!)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch (Yeah)
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