| I’m sorry for the way shit’s been kinda fucked up recently
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| New shit, the British are still coming, you feel me
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| Perception season, yeah, uh
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| (Killing it, killing it, The British are Coming)
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| All these cosigns and you still ain’t popped
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| Even blow drying won’t make your shit hot
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| I’m the game’s hidden secret, broke the lock
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| Now I’m out for the spot
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| Triangle tatt, I should sign to the (beep)
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| Whoops, shit, I said a lot
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| Went and buried all your favorite rappers in the lot
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| But when my words are not a loaded Glock
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| Dislocated shoulder is how I’m about to pop
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| And I ain’t Elvis, boy but man, I fucking rock
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| Talking about this rap shit, I got it tied up like a knot
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| Its a lot, and my city keep checking on me like a watch
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| But fuck it man, they see me round here
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| And I know they see me buzzing like I’m Lightyear
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| Talking about me, man it’s quite clear
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| I’ve been running though these rappers like some fucking stray deer
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| When I’m spinning I hope you find me
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| Cause if you find me you know I’ll be alright
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| And if you catch me and you dare try me
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| I’ll hit a (censor) and it won’t be your night
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| My pack be so loud when I flex in the cut
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| They gon' hear me
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| Mud in my cup, If the convo ain’t mula
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| You cannot get near me, Heard about me there’s a reason
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| Bitches talk there’s a reason
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| Yung cavalli season, yung cavalli season
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| Fuck a cosign, boy, I’m still gon' pop
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| Like a shaken soda, boy, I’m gon' pop
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| Never touched the baking soda but I’m bout to be the (beep)
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| Everybody want to grab me like a crotch
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| And I ain’t even dropped my hot shit
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| This the one to make you put me on the «one's to watch list»
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| A banger for the fucking lost kids
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| Who never knew what real music sounded like until Perception dropped
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| It is not this, but I dropped it cause I got pissed
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| Made a couple bangers in my living room
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| Forgot about them, like a homo now they coming out the closet
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| Fuck you talking about if it ain’t this?
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| Man I’m too cold like my wrists
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| Asking rapper to retire, man I be the pitch
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| When you asking who is coming, man it be the Brits
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| (The British are Coming) |