[Part 1]

[Intro]
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Euphoria

[Verse]
Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is looking paranoid and now is spiraling
You're moving just like a degenerate, every antic is feeling distasteful
I calculate cha not as calculated, I can even predict cha angle
Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with thе hopes of being acceptеd
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare ya this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part 2]

[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinking about no reaper, n***a, I'm reaping what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, n***a, let's play
Have you ever walked cho' enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hunnid thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Then hop online, like, "Pray for my city", he faking for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me da aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show ya I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that chu got a ring, on God, I'm ready da double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n***a make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat bidness, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt cho' feelings? You-on't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left and I seen two of them kissing and hugging on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's none' nobody can tell me, huh
Ion't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n***a, the crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you popping shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushing P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinning again on him, you think about pushing me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whooping feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some shit about n***as that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now, let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that chu walk, the way that chu talk, I hate the way that chu dress
I hate the way that chu sneak-diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck 'cause they confuse themself with real women
And, notice, I said "we", it's not just me, I'm what the culture feeling
How many more fairytale stories 'bout cha life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that cha Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, Ion't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a n***a bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash some'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you-on't have one
Let cha core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get cha abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
[Part 3]

[Verse]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playing with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like being famous
Yachty can't give ya no swag neither, Ion't give a fuck 'bout who ya hang with
I hate the way that chu walk, the way that chu talk, I hate the way that chu dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some shit do address
I even hate when you say the word "n***a", but that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep making me dance, waving my hand, and it won't be no threat
I'm knowing they call ya The Boy, but, where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back wit' cha
You were signed to a n***a that's signed to a n***a that said he was signed to that n***a
Try cease-and-desist on the "Like That" record?
Hoe, what? Chu ain't like that record?
"Back-To-Back", I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on n***as? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's hoe shit, I got a son a raise, but I can see you-on't know none' 'bout that
Waking him up, know none' 'bout that
Then tell him da pray, know none' 'bout that
Then giving him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know none' 'bout that
Teaching him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you-on't know none' 'bout that
Speaking the truth and consider what God's considering, you-on't know none' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack n***as that write wit' chu
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right wit' chu
Am I battling ghost or AI?
N***a feeling like Joe Hale Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I
And my sixth sense telling me da off him
I'ma blick n***as all in they coffin
Yeah, OVHOE n***as is dick-riders
Tell 'em run to America to imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is n***as don't like the West Coast, and I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n***a off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in yo' family, crodie
I be at New Hoe King eating fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesing, fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y'all n***as, Ion't trust y'all n***as
I wave one finger and thump y'all n***as, like, "Mmm"
Field goal, punt y'all n***as, they punk y'all n***as, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fucking with him, fuck you n***as, and fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm taking it further
Psst, that's something you don't wanna do
[Outro]
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you say "n***a" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "n***a" no more
Stop