[Intro]
Keep that last one on the down-low (Alright)
Whoa (Woah), oh, ah, whoa (Okay)
Damn, damn (Shit, yeah)
Right, huh (Ya dig, ya dig)
Huh, huh, huh, what? Uh, yuh
Uh, okay, huh
[Chorus]
We the opposite (Opposite), blow like Death Star
Got my Death Scythe (Yeah), Black Star, cut yo' head, right (Haha)
Man, I left yo' ass for dead (Dead), night-night, it's yo' bedtime (Time)
You ain't listen what I said, night-night, it's yo bedtime (It's yo' bedtime)
We the opposite, blow like Death Star (Got my)
Got my Death Scythe, Black Star, cut yo' head, right
Man, I left yo' ass for dead, night-night, it's yo' bedtime
You ain't listen what I said, night-night, it's yo' bedtime (It's yo' bedtime)
[Verse]
Toe tagged body, dead man walking through the lobby (Lobby)
Nigga, yeah, we see you, ain't no reason why you hidin' (Why you)
They don't wanna hear me, so that shit make me more rowdy
I'm fed up, all these niggas get the rocket out of pocket
Talk that money, but I mean, do you really got it? (Do you really got it?)
All my family tellin' a young nigga to be modest (To be modest)
Alone, speakin' to my conscious
But I had to just say, "Fuck that, fuck that"
All these niggas brat like a Rugrat
Keep that last one on the down-low (Alright)
Whoa (Woah), oh, ah, whoa (Okay)
Damn, damn (Shit, yeah)
Right, huh (Ya dig, ya dig)
Huh, huh, huh, what? Uh, yuh
Uh, okay, huh
[Chorus]
We the opposite (Opposite), blow like Death Star
Got my Death Scythe (Yeah), Black Star, cut yo' head, right (Haha)
Man, I left yo' ass for dead (Dead), night-night, it's yo' bedtime (Time)
You ain't listen what I said, night-night, it's yo bedtime (It's yo' bedtime)
We the opposite, blow like Death Star (Got my)
Got my Death Scythe, Black Star, cut yo' head, right
Man, I left yo' ass for dead, night-night, it's yo' bedtime
You ain't listen what I said, night-night, it's yo' bedtime (It's yo' bedtime)
[Verse]
Toe tagged body, dead man walking through the lobby (Lobby)
Nigga, yeah, we see you, ain't no reason why you hidin' (Why you)
They don't wanna hear me, so that shit make me more rowdy
I'm fed up, all these niggas get the rocket out of pocket
Talk that money, but I mean, do you really got it? (Do you really got it?)
All my family tellin' a young nigga to be modest (To be modest)
Alone, speakin' to my conscious
But I had to just say, "Fuck that, fuck that"
All these niggas brat like a Rugrat
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