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La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
(Good riddance)
Hold up, only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
This is anti-AutoTune, death of the ringtone
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This shit make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making
Going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga, this shit violent
This is death of AutoTune, moment of silence
La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Hold up, only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
Hold up, this ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex ‘n Mister Cee
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one hundred
This is for Hot 9-7
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga, this shit violent
Death of AutoTune, moment of silence
La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Hold up, only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on it
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you T-Paining’too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here
I don't be in the project hallway
Talking about how I be in the project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Nigga, just get violent
This is death of AutoTune, moment of silence
La, da, da, da
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
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