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[Verse]
Why—why I'm an immortal? It's somethin' 'bout my technique
That makes all these pussy motherfuckers wanna test me
Puttin' hollows where your chest be
I'ma take this Glock and put it where your fucking head be
I put bullets in your head be
You motherfuckers not on shit, dye your hair like a bitch
Ride around with a stick, keep a thirty in in my clip
From the dirty 804, on my nuts what I grip, bitch, it's Mr. 804
Give a fuck 'bout a bitch 'cause I got it on my own and I did it by myself
Do not give a fuck about nobody, I don't need no help
Bitch, I started from the fuckin' bottom, stackin' up a shelf
Sleepin' in my fucking car and always plottin' on myself
And that's some shit that you could never understand
So you'll never be a man
Never had to fucking get it, any way you fucking can
Ever punch the fridgerator 'til you broke your fucking hand
Thinkin', "Man, my pockets empty, but this gun is in my hand"
So I make it work, beat the block 'til it hurt
I be huntin' for them junkies, in the night is when I lurk
If you talkin' 'bout me, I'ma put your face up on a shirt
And I'm always clockin' in because I like to get to work
If I get this shit now, I stay two steps ahead
I'm the man of the house, so now my family fed
I don't apologize, give a fuck what you said
Try to runnin' your mouth with my foot on your head, bitch