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Euphoria Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your 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 the hopes of being accepted 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 you 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 Shoo, shoo, shoo Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay I ain't thinkin' about no reaper Nigga, I'm reapin' 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 your 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, nigga, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred 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 fakin' 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 to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted What is it? The braids? I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh I don'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 nigga, the crown is heavy, huh I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas 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 you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you 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 feelin' How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' 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 bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request You know that we got some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " 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 makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you 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 with you You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record? Hoe, what? You 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 niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap? That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen Funny, he was in a film called "AI" And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it Pick a nigga 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 your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop

0:58 goosebumps.

This version feels like you are about to watch an absolutely brutal fight go down.

this goes so damn hard

1:50 🔥🔥

That shit is sexy as fuck

I got up as soon as I heard the guitar I promptly sat my ahh back down

2:16 goes so hard with the riffs.

Lyrics: Just come outside for the night (yeah) Take your time, get your light (yeah) Johnny Dang, huh-uh I been out geekin' Bitch Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' Fein', fein', fein', fein' (yeah) The career's more at stake when you in your prime (at stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (ah) But I'm sippin' that kombucha, either pink or brown (it's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (mm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bite (that bitch bite) But alright (alright), tryna vibe (tryna vibe this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a-, ain't a-, ain't-ain't-ain't- Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' Fein', fein', fein', fein', fein' Fein', fein', fein' Syrup, whoa, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) what? (Yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah) (Yeah, hol' up, yeah) Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit it's been gettin' live, hol' up (shit) Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' ya tires, hol' up (shit) Uh, hunnid round, whoa, feelin' like I'm on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (hol' up) Shawty, I'm fuckin' yo' friends (hol' up) I been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end She not innocent, uh, shit, she tryna go Fein', fein' (talm 'bout), fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (yeah, syrup, oh-oh, what?) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (syrup, oh-oh) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (talm 'bout, talm 'bout, let's go) I just been icin' my hoes I just been drippin' my ho (drippin' my ho) This is a whole 'nother level, shawty I got these hoes on they toes (hoes on they toes) I put the bitch on the road She tryna fuck on the O, hol' up, hol' up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me some', hol' up, hol' up I got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' none, hol' up, hol' up Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol' up (slatt, slatt) We in the spot goin' crazy, until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose us (slatt, bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hol' up, yeah (wow) Fein', fein', fein' (hol' up, hol' up, huh, yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up, uh (skrrt, skrrt) Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hol' up, slatt (it's lit) Everything hit, hol' up Everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'-fein' (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

Super Bowl about to go brazy

2:52 gose hard ma boi no cap TUFF

I wish there were night clubs or events that played this type of music ACROSS THE WORD (like a tour)!

marry me rn

I love you for this i hope your doing amazing

For anyone who wants to know the art, it's called The Last Judgement by Gustave Doré

best drake song in the beef ngl

1:49 Seeing and hearing this made me clean off my 10 year herion addiction and off the streets. As I type this I’m on the way to Dubai in my private jet and a million to my name. Thank you, DinoA1

This hard

1:05 what a drop

Brown Patricia Johnson Sarah Davis Robert

Thats INSANE

1:49

bro had no right to used black sabbath's "i am iron man" at 0:21

0:27 oh my lord 😭😭😭😭😭

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Hernandez Dorothy Jones Ruth Clark Angela

2:39

1:51

Allen Lisa Young Anna Martinez Eric

HA HA HA 😈🔥

Jesus Christ is Lord!

Bro this would've went way harder wtf imagine if this dropped instead

Fire 🔥

I swear to god there was a fire cover of this with more of the guitar but it must've got removed or something cause I can't find it anymore

Perez Mark Williams Carol Perez Richard

Martinez Jeffrey Gonzalez Ruth Walker Ruth

White Richard Smith Brian Jones Mary

Lopez Ruth Moore Thomas Davis Christopher

Garcia Karen Lee Steven Miller Melissa

Not enough people know about this video

Miller Brian Young Kenneth Garcia Robert

Moore Frank Young Amy Brown Eric

Lee Robert Lopez Kevin Jones Jeffrey

Perez Scott Thompson Lisa Brown Patricia

Moore Barbara Garcia Elizabeth Johnson Kenneth

Gonzalez Sarah Lee Brian Martin Shirley

Christ is Lord

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Davis Matthew Harris Sarah Williams Helen

Thompson Kevin Taylor Brenda Thompson Dorothy