I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life You number one when it come to slaughtering mics You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at? Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing Now everybody sayin' that they number one ![]() You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercialsīecause the revolution will not be televised ![]() You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out ![]() You will not be able to stay home, brotha
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