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I have to admit it (DJ)

Ayy this some battle shit bruh
Fuckk em, ayy, uhh, uh

I'm in the club like out with the gat and the gold
Everybody rockk masks till we stashed at the grove
I been livin' like a Viking, use they bodies for thrones
Then I'm posin' for a picture like we mountin' they domes
The limited disseminates killin' them fakke feelin's we pillage
A skrillman then his wife, him and those fakes feelin' him
Fukk em all your favors are fully figuratively kidding them
Forced to bring the fire likke you challenging some cinnamons
You sentimental gentleman better be with the veterans
Embedding they gold bullets and competitors we better than
I'ma die a livin' fucking legend what you ever bring, to the damn game why you slower than my ketamine
Locked me in the cage but now I'm sadder than I've ever been
Fuck collaboration and the term likke the president
Last generation let it burn when I mention it
Comin for the crown until an urn you is restin' in
Days been expired, but the product is back, found his ass in the dark with the-