| Ya’ll just half-ass, whack tracks, came in with a black mask
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| Gathering all the cash fast, I’m really just a badass
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| Sending all you hoes, I’m selling you whack weed
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| You act weak, trap beat
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| Rappers need ya ass beat
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| I’m tired of liars that shit ain’t really fire
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| Ripping wires for them people that be bugging like you flyer
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| They fucking hate me because I care about the art
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| I’m staring in the dark just comparing all my parts
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| They killed X homie 'cause of past mistakes
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| I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to decapitate my ass today,
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| I’m back just wait, I’m laughin' great
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| Unpackin' haze, stacking cake, I’m napped and baked
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| Now I’m awoken, always fuckin toking
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| Never catch me jokin', that’s a person that be open
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| They tryna figure out all of your personal traits
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| I’ll cut your motherfuckin cervical, don’t ask for my date
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| I’m just a teen that’s just always fuckin pissed 'cause I’m never in the mix,
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| y’all can all just suck my dick
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| I’m a rapper that’s a prick, drinkin' brisk with some whiskey and your bitch,
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| while we standin' on your ditch, and your body lookin' stiff
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| Got me feelin' the same, just wanted things my way
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| Just wanna spread my wings and fuck what anyone says
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| Goin' up, still flyin' high, still feelin' low, but it’s fine
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| All I see is bad unoriginal ass niggas with wack writtens
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| DatPiff they not who they really are, they catfishin'
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| And that’s when I bring you this lyrical ass whippin'
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| Doin' passionate when I be puttin' my ass in it
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| Was laughin' until my account had no cash in it, drive compromised,
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| I needed some gas in it
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| The key to all my dreams is on a zip drive
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| Leave my own whip, pay for a uber before I dick ride
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| They don’t like it when you well aware, your aura, I bleed it from my aorta,
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| these niggas is kinda sorta
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| Wanna give a piece of my mind but I’m missin' a portion
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| Tryna adjust my speed to a Tesla from a tortoise
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| One life, too high, three much for you hoes
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| Out rise, they fried, seen that shit before
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| Don’t like my diet, quiet until you try it
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| 'Til you get yourself a slice, make it humble if you pious
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| Got me feelin' the same, just wanted things my way
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| Just wanna spread my wings and fuck what anyone says
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| Goin' up, still flyin' high, still feelin' low, but it’s fine |