Out The Tomb (feat. CAIDEN)

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Hype Monkey

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It's the Young Prophet he hop out, he hop out, he hop out the tomb
Feeling like MJ like MJ like MJ like MJ the way that I move
I could be Jordan or I could be like Jackson at what ever I fucking pick
Don't come in my mentions looking attention baby please just get off my dick
Hype Monkey back in this shit they thought I would've quit by this time
Everybody saying he can not rhyme
Everybody saying he'll never shine
I'm just suffering legend tryna tell a messge bout me running out of my mind
But I am back with Gangy I am alive
We are the best duo we are combined
Noah with Caiden we been on this shit like I just fucking stated
We been on this shit yeah we wont leave you jaded
I thank god for the day he let me meet Caiden
Promise our bond will never be forsaken
I bet that this bitch think that we'll never make it
I took her outside told her shes mistaken
The throne was just missing but now its been taken
This the beginning we aint even enter our prime
If you a distraction you gonna get handled in time
Been silent for so long been starting to feel like a mime
Taking a bite of the fruit that shit tasting divine
Monkey boy shit
Monkey boy shit
Monkey boy shit
Monkey, Monkey boy shit
Monkey boy shit
Monkey boy shit
Boy you cliquing up, you finna catch a stray
Finna smoke you up, turn you to an ash tray
Yeah you wit the oops yeah you swingin both ways
Yeah you James Charles, we been know your ass gay
Boy lets run it up, I can do it all day
Goofy you a son, take you to a play date
Put you in a box, yeah like they did Ye
Hype we ain't done, yeah we trappin all day
On that monkey boy, yeah we go orangutang
On my vamp, yeah she like my vangs
Told her suck my meat, I don't need no foreplay
On that drill shit, shout out to sergeant vang
Triple cross the board bitch I'm like Dwayne wade
Told her leave my home, yeah you can't stay
Made her pass out, yeah she can't hang
Hype king and queen, that's a monkey gang
F*ck an Asian bitch I call the P.F. Chang's
On my army shit, we be Marchin all day
On that legal shit, I'm a get a jag chain
Boy we lock you up, got you singing chain gang
Give em UBI, I'm on that Andy Yang
Make her leave you boy yeah bitch we ain't the same
Eat an Asian girl I call that Lo mein
She ain't want to f*ck me, then she must be gay
Me Caiden walk inside the club with $100k
We walk in with like $100k in cash
We make it rain
We make it spray
We finna spend all of the racks
Better call the bank
And tell them they ain't getting none of this shit back
The amount we made and the lives we've changed
Man wouldn't not take no shit back
Even if I lost the racks
Man I would give nothing up
Even if it meant I lost my pride I still ain't giving up
Keep it real we number one
We can't be two and can't be three
You ain't fucking with the crew
You is just fucking with me
You is ruining my rep
You is drag me through the dirt
You need to keep my name out your mouth I know I had you hurt
And if I'm keeping it real
I am sorry for that shit
I still got love for you girl
I'm still hoping you succeed
I want you to f*ck with me
I ain't saying we gotta be friends though
I just don't want you to be talking shit on the down low
On the on the down low
On the on the down low

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