DIET_1.5
Kenny Beats, Denzel Curry, Benny the Butcher
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It's the remix, nigga (Whoa, Kenny) (Yeah) You ready? All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it Ain't got no cash for the dealer, if don't no stashes come in it (huh?) Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough nigga (what up?) Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (uh-uh) The way I'm crafting this shit, get way too tactical nigga All my albums is classical, just to challenge you niggas My shit been in crazy demand but play again (I know) I be plugging with eighty grand and have it eighty a gram (gotta do that) I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands Who else glaciered they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France? I'm into light skin bitches and blue dinero (okay) Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero Every year they discuss me, who else they gon' name but me? And Gunn, we the ones who they call when they get rusty Griselda, nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (uh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet Shoebox came with the doowop One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac Two shots, that's two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don't like Pixar, mister, I am the master I came through like a (wait a minute) bastard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off but I've been here for a while, so nope Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I'm a fuckin' pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious) Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious) And cold like (ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (oh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Risin' like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fuckin' peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet You already know what time it is It's the motherfuckin' championship
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Written by: Denzel Rae Don Curry, Kenneth Charles Blume III
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