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[Intro]
When babies are born they go with they parents, I didn't go with my parents big bro, I went to the trap house. These boys gave me stimulant. Y'know these boys gave me milk, those people were gangsters. So y'know prison isn't far a move from my surroundings that I grew up in

[Verse 1: Hex Rated]
Yeah I'm back and nobody can stop me
In the 719, they call me Lil Qadhdhāfī
I'll f*cking behead your body and get high off this molly
Then I'll pistol whip your face until the cops come and drop me (Yeah!)
Blackin' out, doin' lines, gettin' sloppy drunk
Swеrving through the lines, I-25
With a pistol pump, if you want it you could get it
At thе show boy, come and put them knuckles up
This f*ckin' scene ain't ready for the violence
So I've been chillin' patient, tired of being quiet b*tch
You ain't gangsta though, nobody's buying it
I do it for the culture, you just do it for the likes and sh*t
The day I quit it'll be a bloody mess
Kill everyone at my show with a knife in the chest
'Til the SWAT team comes and f*cking puts me to rest
I'll be the most hated and underrated until my last breath

[Chorus: Hex Rated]
Yeah I'm back and nobody can stop me
Rotten cutting through your body like a f*cking autopsy
Yeah I f*ckin' do dirt, down to catch a whole body
Had to drop some sick sh*t for you faggots to copy (Yeah!)
Yeah I'm back and nobody can stop me
Rotten cutting through your body like a f*cking autopsy
Yeah I f*ckin' do dirt, down to catch a whole body
Had to drop some sick sh*t for you faggots to copy (Yeah!)
[Verse 2: Hex Rated]
I've been in this b*tch since '92
See your raise been gettin' high since middle school
But I'm a eighties baby, gangsta rap made me cray
So what you call beef motherf*cker is just hella gay
If you want beef, you can come and get it
Put your name up on a list and hand it off to one percenters
If you go missing, they won't find your body for a minute
I've been connected like all them phone calls up in prison
And if you get bodied, stuffed inside of a dirt hole
They probably find your new home somewhere off of a dirt road
In the mountains, from Gold Camp all the way to Fountain
I'ma kill a motherf*cker so go ahead and doubt me now
Go on a walk to your funeral
Snuff sh*t 'til my death, the thought is f*cking beautiful
Hex Rated motherf*cker on the stage and soon
You'll abuse a f*cking beat and body f*cking microphones

[Chorus: Hex Rated]
Yeah I'm back and nobody can stop me
Rotten cutting through your body like a f*cking autopsy
Yeah I f*ckin' do dirt, down to catch a whole body
Had to drop some sick sh*t for you faggots to copy (Yeah!)
Yeah I'm back and nobody can stop me
Rotten cutting through your body like a f*cking autopsy
Yeah I f*ckin' do dirt, down to catch a whole body
Had to drop some sick sh*t for you faggots to copy (Yeah!)