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๐Ÿ‘ค Baker Ya Maker โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Ramblings of a Madman โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:02
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โฑ๏ธ 3:02 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

You don't wanna know me, and I don't wanna know you
Stay the fuck out my face unless you got something to prove
No need to hear that talk, only known to stick and walk
Always moving with the silence, never hear me when I stop

I don't give a shit what you gotta say
Fuck you and your bitch, ain't no time to play
I'm trying to make it to the top, and you cannot relate
You see we not the same, so just stay out my lane

Many men, many bitches that I see
Can't think for themselves, just some fucking wannabes
Look-alike me comes
No style, just drones
Wishing they could bring the fun
But i don't see it in your soul
Oh no, oh woah
Here he goes, there we go
Bag a buck and on the flo'
10 toes, throwing bows
Got a problem?
Let me know
Getting too old, I show the way
You motherfuckers make me sick with the dope shit that you say

Where did all the fun go
I remember when you had to make sense with yo' flow
Two cents from a hater but I really wanna know
Why you wanna bitches tryna do some shit i've done befo'

See all this negativity, it lives and breathes inside of me
I guess you say it's from the life I live but that's not what I see
I see the hatred, the envy as it grips society
Kick back, smoke a blunt and watch this motherfucker be

Brainless entertainment
Rappers turned to jesters
Spewing shit, from their mouth
-?
Think you clever?
Well Baker's just a little better
-?
Never slipping, go get 'er

Spitting rhyme after rhyme
-?
I do it too, but at least its with the style that you need
Can't replicate me, never fake me
Black sheeple the crop
My mind here rocks a little different, think it's when I was dropped
Short tempered, shit talker gets in trouble a lot
No good, just a loner, with a brain full of rot
It seems to be a lot of problems, but it's something you got
So one more talk, my fuckin' shame until my death I'm caught

(Heh, welcome to the world, uhm, m-may I help you)
(Get me some nachos, heh)
(Okay would you like some fries to go with that?)
(Did i ask for fries? Dumbass)
(Let me get that for ya)
(Shut your fucking face)

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not evenflowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

Boom nasty cleaver wound
Leave 'em on my Nissan
Did ya dirty not even flowers at yo' fucking grave

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