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          Psst, I see dead people
          (Mustard on the beat, hoe)
          Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe
          Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw
          Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
          Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
          What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
          The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
          How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
          I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
          Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
          Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
          Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
          Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him
          Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
          Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
          You better not ever go to cell block one
          To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
          Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
          They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
          And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now
          And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
          Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
          Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up
          Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
          Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
          Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor
          They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
          They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
          You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?
          I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga
          Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
          What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
          The audience not dumb
          Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
          Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
          Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch
          And you Malibu most wanted
          Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
          Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'
          You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
          What OVO for?