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What the fuck!?
Yeeeeah
Yo

I’m back, bitch; assassin with the curly hair
In the Ray-Ban glasses with a nerdy stare
You got catfished thinkin’ that the world is fair
Go ahead and send your rap diss, I’ll be sure to care
Angel with broken wings, had to earn a pair
Self Proclaimed King, I ain’t never found a worthy heir
Got no Urkels in my circle, you’re a squirrelly square
I’ll fuckin’ merk you, I don’t think that you’re prepared
You don’t wanna battle with the demigod
You would think I’m Ozzy the way I make the metal pop
Nah, we don’t squash beef, we just let it rot
That’s a white boy wasted, he took several shots
I ain’t ‘bout to say shit, you’ll tell the cops
Gotta watch for the snake shit, wipe the venom off
Keep one eye open like I’m Fetty Wap
I know you hopin’, but you know that I won’t ever stop

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less

Went to Nike from Payless, no time for the fake friends
They’ll say they love you and bash you in the same breath
Watch when they hug you and dap you ‘cause they play chess
Might succumb to a stab wound at the apex
It don’t make sense, you stay pressed like wine grapes
I guess I got a Midwest type of mind state
I ain’t impressed, turn your flesh into fly bait
If you try to puff up your chest and get in my face
Did it my way, went from Chevys to foreigns
How they sleep on me? Yo, he said he was snorin’
He’s probably on lean, zombies get beheaded and sorted
They’re sellin’ and snortin’, we paint one hell of a portrait
A stellar assortment of storytellers and swordsmen
Never lost sight of what I felt is important
Enemies envy me, I deflect and absorb it
MVP, you won’t ever see a better performance

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less

You don’t wanna squabble with some made men
We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends
Put you in a coffin in the grave dead
If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less

Yeah

Say less, say less
Say less, say less
Say less, say less
Say less, say less

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from Feast or Famine (The Second Helping Deluxe Edition), released September 20, 2022

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A Rapper Named Nati Three Rivers, Michigan

Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)

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