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    VERSE 1
     All rats gotta die though
     In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
     Off that sour diesel and that hydro
     This nigga take an L every time he go viral
     Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
     Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
     Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
     Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
     Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
     And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
     Dressed in all black like the Panthers
     We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

    INTERLUDE  (KANYE WEST & THE GAME)
     You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! [Kanye]
     You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
     Niggas ain't got the answers for me
     You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

    VERSE 2
     Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
     On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
     Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
     Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
     The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
     You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
     Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
     It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
     Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
     Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
     Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
     Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
     You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
     It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
     Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
     You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
     And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
     That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
     Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
     Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
     Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
     I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back
     It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
     I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
     And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
     You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
     Now tell the world how you got your bitch
     You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
     You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
     Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
     I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
     Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
     The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
     I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
     They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
     So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
     And why you tryna pick on Wale?
     You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
     And YG can't give you a pass
     I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
     And don't try to whine to the Grapes
     You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
     I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
     I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
     Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
     15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
     One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
     Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
     Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
     Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
     Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
     You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
     Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
     I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
     Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
     And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
     Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
     You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
     I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
     Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
     Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
     Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
     Louie sweats, armor tucked
     Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
     Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves
     Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
     Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
     Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail
     I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
     Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
     Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
     You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
     I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
     Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
     Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
     And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
     It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
     I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
     You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
     Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

     [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
     When these rats start snitching, break 'em off
     [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
     When these rats start snitching, break 'em off

        (OMELLY)
     Pussy nigga! mm mm mm mm mm
     I got on gold headphones, gold chain
     Gold on my wrist, aim mm mm mm mm
     If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame

     You rat bastard!
                        

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