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Aye None of you fuckers know what you be talking 'bout (nah) Aye None of you bitches know what you be talking 'bout (nah) Nope None of you rappers know what you be talking 'bout None of you rappers know what you be None of you faggots know what you be talking 'bout Aye None of you people know what you be talking 'bout I'll smoke your dead body till I get cotton mouth I keep producing these hits, I can't stop now Bars are so strong that they'll put you on lockdown Take a shot at me, motherfucker you'll get shot down I am the star, and you're always getting cropped out When it comes to rapping, you are nothing but a drop out, uh I'm a full brain scholar When I look at you, I wanna give you a dollar You don't have nothing for ya but you still wanna holler That you wanna have a fucking bitch by the collar But you can't have that 'Cause when I listen to you, all I wanna do is laugh Really you don't know the first thing about rap And it's weird for me to say that, 'cause I know I'm not black But all you really wanna do is just count stacks And be the one to autograph some girl's rack But somehow you still make it 'cause the industry is wack Maybe I'm not talking 'bout violence enough Maybe I just need to go hijack some stuff Maybe all the killings, I should pile them up If you're tryna make it in the game, trial is tough Aye None of you fuckers know what you be talking 'bout (nah) Aye None of you bitches know what you be talking 'bout (nah) Nope None of you rappers know what you be talking 'bout None of you rappers know what you be None of you faggots know what you be talking 'bout And it's killing me, killing me My brain juices flowing out like a distillery You don't wanna know what I got in my artillery And I get a lot of emails like Hillary, uh And they all attachments You better watch out, hit ya with the strap bitch Ya girl said she loved it when I gave her my package I don't give a fuck, got no heart, savage (21) It's a trail of tears If you come for me, then I'll tear your peers Tell me, where's your fears? I'll put 'em in the spotlight, like a pair of deer Look, don't try to run or hide Or you'll get super heated, like the summertime And I ain't talking '06 But I will agree, it's the samo shit, bitch Yuh, same 'ol shit bitch Samo Same 'ol shit, bitch Yuh None of you None of you Aye Aye None of you (None of you rappers)