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Steak Knives
billy woods
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You don't, you don't wanna be in fourth place, man
Yeah
Roaring fire with the bear skin rug
She said, "Don't pretend we back in love, I'm just tryna get thugged"
Your job trying not to look smug
Four names, two aliases and all of 'em is mud
Album dropped with a thud
Awkward silence, like when the grenade a dud
A bum, what you callin', old dawg?
Comin' by my mama house, asking after me for what? (For what?)
Sleeping dogs, you either buryin' or diggin' 'em up (for what?)
Either way, it's reckless
My record clean, your path check it
I shoot you in the street, be home for breakfast
Yes, it's sick, but banalities might as well be death threats
Let it sit, there's the threat of sepsis
Kept smi-, kept smiling like a clown
Facial expression looking silly
Kept asking me how he got away with all them dealings
I replied I been goin' through this same things that he had
But that was a lie, I could see he doing bad
Second place is steak knives, he said, "What you say?" (What?)
I said, "Nah, it's just a line"
It's just a line, it's just a line
Anyway, man, turn off over here, man
(Yeah, you know)
Just a little bit up here
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