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Word on road, they wanna put money on my head
Still I ain't lost no sleep
I'm still here breaking out Z's
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Yeah

Bane is a beast, I'm immortal
Walking with God, I'm immortal
We came in all black for the beef
You suckers thought it was my funeral (woo!)
Got it twisted cause we're singing
Kojo's trigger finger itching
80 scraping out the dishes
I just gave your misses inches
On pit stop, road to riches
I hit it once, then I dismiss it
You seen the prices on the garments
Boy you know we spend ridiculous
I tell my weed-man
Better bag a paddy [?]
I'm telling Foots that let these niggas have the beat
These pussies couldn't duplicate it
Wanna kill the kid, kill my dreams
Can't touch the kid, can't touch my sleeve
We're pulling up, our liberties
Let em' know its us, full beam

Word on road, they wanna put money on my head
Still I ain't lost no sleep
I'm still here breaking out Z's
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Yeah

Pulling up in a red body
But this red body got two doors
I'm leaving the club with the bag
Still tryna squeeze in like three more
This the shit that niggas down for
This the shit that niggas live for
This the shit that got my nigga in the pen
Free my nigga Mover
Been to places you ain't ever been
Talk my name, put respect on it
Fuck your hoe, then make it sell a bit
See that last line I hope they getting it
Imma put her on a line
Fuck him nigga and play
63 grams, watch it dry up
Then gotta rewait
I been with holders out the bank
I been with swipers in the trap
I been with kid, clapping back
That's the reason why these niggas mad

Word on road, they wanna put money on my head
Still I ain't lost no sleep
I'm still here breaking out Z's
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Who the hell said they want me dead?
Yeah

Who the hell wants me
Who the hell wants me dead
Who the hell wants me dead
Who the hell wants me dead

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