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Iss Wayne
No Relations
Huh
Shit
Know what It is son
Yeah
I'm so ill, I deserve a mill
I'm the king of this turf, so y'all should fucken kneel
Or maybe, you can squeal cause I do kill
Let the bygones get guns cause I'm the man of steel
I'm a nightmare, they'll get scared when I do reveal
I'll cut you up and open a wound that will never heal
I'm devilish all I do is just make deals
Inferno, now how the hell could chill
Come on now, admit it
Be specific
Go tell the whole world that I'm the fucken realist
Tell em that the lyrics proven scientific
Iss Psychotic Optimism or some shit
Disintegrate the competition with one hit
"Iss Wayne"
I'm sure you thought that I was just a myth
A wise man once said "Don't be a bitch"
I know you addicted and you just can't resist
Don't let it get over your head, it might be a glitch
Put the money on the bed, sleep is for the rich
I let my Benjamin talk cause he pay bills
I'm in the jungle, I struggle
That's just God's will
But I will, with my middle finger out the window
Is you prey or predictor, Lil Nigro gimme info
R.I.P, you might as well just rest in your pillow
Cause you know, I ain't tranna be no hero
I'm so ill, I deserve a mill
I'm the king of this turf, so y'all should fucken kneel
Or maybe, you can squeal cause I do kill
Let the bygones get guns cause I'm the man of steel
I'm a nightmare, they'll get scared when I do reveal
I'll cut you up and open a wound that will never heal
I'm devilish all I do is just make deals
Inferno, now how the hell could chill

Written by:
Anathi Jejane

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