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[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh

[Intro]
I see you. I see [?]
Haha, you dig?
I see you haters having problems
Way too many problems
Mic check, check, check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check

[Verse 1]
Ooh, where my mic check?
These bitches, they been all at my neck (lil bitch!)
These bitches, all in my call log
You ain’t put your team on, you ain’t a boss, dog
Can’t even let these niggas close
Jealous homies set you up and now you smoke (now you smoke)
You just spent up all the money, now you broke (now you broke)
You been internet flexin’ for these hoes (hoes)
Whole lot of friends turned to enemies
Smile in my face and said they proud of me
Now they lookin’ at me like I hit the lottery
‘Cause I’m rich but bitch, you ain’t gotta lie to me
Ooh, I done watched some niggas change up
They hit for me a couple pieces, we don’t chain tuck
Too much ice, bust down, I’m still rained up
And if some niggas wanna try me, get your brain fucked
She gon’ fuck me ’cause I’m famous, post my picture up
I call Boris, that’s my driver, he gone pick you up
Couple losses but more wins, we still racked up
On the road, doin’ shows, I’m so booked up

[Vocal Break]

[Verse 2]
Ooh, Cartier on me
Made my first mil’, shit I was still hungry
Back then all them hoes, they was flexin’ on me
See me on TV, now she sexin’ on me
Got the Maybach, finna cop the Wraith on ’em
Naw, for real they gon’ hate on me
And I got your bitch been missin’, she gon’ wait on me
Told double XL I was straight on it (haha)
I’m finally rich, I knew that they would hate on me (rich!)
They ran up in the crib and had the K on me
I was slippin’, thank God that I’m livin’
‘Cause it all could’ve been different
‘Bout to put these stars in my ceiling
‘Cause my bitch straight from heaven
Rich Forever, bitch I’m in it
Get a check then I spend it

[Outro]
R.I.P X, man
You know what I’m sayin?
Young niggas get that bag, man
Get that bag, stay humble
Ya dig, and that’s that
Get a rack packs and back backs

[Intro]
Yo, yo
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Aight, aight (huh)
Slim Shady
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
It’s only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that’ll bash you with a 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford
But I’m more towards droppin’ an a cappella that’ll chop a fella
To mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller
Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showin’
Developin’ anorexia while I’m standin’ next to ya
Eatin’ a full course meal watchin’ you starve to death
With an IV in your veins feedin’ you liquid darvocet
Pumpin’ you full of drugs, pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven
To receivin’ with the asses ripped out of they pants and given
A less than 20 percent chance of livin’
Have a possible placement, it’s a hospital patient
Storin’ the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream, “I’m still alive!”
Drivin’ a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pullin’ your Adam’s apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department, I’ve hired an arson
To set fire to carpets and burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start shit
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight, you need a crowbar to pry her apart with

[Outro]
Motherfucker
Slim Shady, bitch
Recognize
For the 99
I’m on February 23rd

[Intro]
Mmm, ayy what’s up
Speedin’ in my Lambo, racin’
Everybody in my gang is drug addicts
Chyeah, ooh, ooh (brr), chyeah, chyeah
Baby!
Ooh!

[Chorus]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah)
Take a lot of sh*t, forgot what happened (forgot what happened)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit)
I swear to God, you can’t be on my status (I swear to God!)
Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!)
I’ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!)
Take a lot of drugs, don’t think twice (wow)
I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts)

[Verse]
I been smokin’ since I was eleven (ouu, eleven)
I been poppin’ pills since I was seven (chyeah, I was seven)
Told my pastor I don’t do confessions (hell nah)
‘Cause I pop a lot of molly for my breakfast (oou, molly!)
I ain’t never listen to nobody (no!)
In the courthouse off of ecstasy (god damn!)
And your baby mama layin’ next to me! (huh?)
After she just sucked me, I just told her ass to leave (bitch get out, ouu)
Everybody ’round me, like, them opp-sies (brr!)
I was too leaned out to drive the ‘Rari (huh?)
Made her ass wait two hours in the lobby (thot!)
I can’t go outside, ’cause I see papparazzi (chyeah, brr)
Take another pill, now I’m feeling better (ouu, X)
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, yeah I’m a trend-setter (Gucci Gang!)
Bustin’ all on your bitch, wiped it off with my sweater (ouu!)
I’m a drug addict, I’m richer than my professor (man, f*ck school)

[Chorus]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah)
Take a lot of sh*t, forgot what happened (forgot what happened)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit)
I swear to God, you can’t be on my status (I swear to God!)
Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!)
I’ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!)
Take a lot of drugs, don’t think twice (wow)
I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts)

[Intro]
Same thing (yeah)
Back and forth
Same thing
Same thing
Back and forth it’s the same thing

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
You love me then you hate me, then you love me (hah)
My eyes ain’t on rap, it’s the country
Shit, Hillary Rodham was the 45th
Until ya’ll let em know niggas true intents
Fuck your advance money, I made her dance for me
Benz ashtray full, I’m half baked
Still can’t believe I crashed the cabriolet
Layed up in the bed watching Training Day
Two gats like Lonzo, take that
You wanna be from LA, you gotta pay a tax
To me I’m brown skin but they call us black
Get caught slippin, you gon’ take a nap
Police ain’t the only one with handcuffs
Dunkin’ on niggas and get the And-One
Yeah, real men water they plants, bruh
Serve free breakfast like a Panther

[Chorus]
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways

[Recitative: Cuzzy Capone]
Yeah, you know
Everybody come from somewhere different
But at the end of the day, we all in the same struggle

[Verse 2: Cuzzy Capone]
Yeah, daily I be on my paper route
I graduated from that vacant house
I was sellin’ rocks on a dirty couch
Slauson Ave, where motes don’t make it out
I had to hustle back and forth
Making plays off of granny porch
Louboutin sneakers with the khak’ shorts
I’m a product of the street but I ain’t ask for it
My pockets full of dead presidents
All the hating is irrelevant
God’s gift, yeah I’m heaven sent
We risk our life just to pay the rent
You [?]
Part of South Central where they kill men (East Side)
We take a lot of losses but we still win
Nowadays ain’t no such thing as real friends

[Chorus/Outro]
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways
Yeah
How far you go in life, it’s all based on your decisions
For what it’s worth, keep living
You better watch them niggas that’s close to you
And make sure they do what they suppose to do
Cause you know they been thinking bout
Never personal, nowadays it’s the ways