I wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me Fake motherf-ckers envy
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit,
they wish they could kill it And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”
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