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Alexey, Alexei, Alexie, Aleksei, or Aleksey (Russian: Алексе́й [ɐlʲɪkˈsʲej]; Bulgarian: Алексей [ɐlɛkˈsɛj]) is a Russian and Bulgarian male first name deriving from the Greek Aléxios (Αλέξιος), meaning "Defender", and thus of the same origin as the Latin Alexius. Alexey may also be romanized as Aleksei, Aleksey, Alexej, Aleksej, etc. It has been commonly westernized as Alexis. Similar Ukrainian and Belarusian name is romanized as Oleksii (Олексій) and Aliaksiej (Аляксей), respectively. The Russian Orthodox Church uses the Old Church Slavonic version, Alexiy (Алексiй, or Алексий in modern spelling), for its Saints and hierarchs (most notably, this is the form used for Patriarchs Alexius I and Alexius II). The common hypocoristic is Alyosha (Алёша) or simply L… more »

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Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

All my shades are never mist

Chef’s kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here’s my fist 

Kiss the ring up on it 

Kiss the, lick the, 

Lick the icing on it 



Take it with a grain of salt

Let your tastebuds take assault

Go ahead and take offense  

You can’t even climb a fence

Don’t know what you’re up against

Your bloodshed ain’t my expense 

It’s not even that intense 

Yet your shoulders look so tensed  



Stop! Don’t blame me 

Soaking, yeah, I’m rainy 

But you’re sucking hard - 

I make basic sound so brainy 

You’re always on the low 

All your pictures lookin’ grainy

You’re taking things to heart

‘Cuz no girl’s taking your weenie



Money increase but I never take naps

I’m life-deprived, breathe for the last

they think it’s all hacks, how I got this high this fast

So I tell them I’m a light weight, how’s that?

Why they egg me on, get a little mad 

when I make your head go splat - I step on rats

Just like they did to me in the past

Joy is a mask, going out max

No subtlety, where the shivs at? 

Chain you in the back, knock you out with a single slap

Cut you off like a phone contact 

Don’t need a rack, I’mma use your head as a hat

And the skin as a dirt-rag 

Don’t target me, ‘cuz I did that

And I dumped the real me out back 



Who put me in the game?

I got nothing to gain

First place but I feel like I failed it  

Gold chains but I’m wearing fake-end 

Young age for the entertaining

Hot mess, mistakes, and I paint it 

Abstract, ‘cuz I’ve gone insane and 

Lose me for the sake of “make it”



Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

All my shades are never mist

Chef’s kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here’s my fist 

Kiss the ring up on it 

Kiss the, lick the, 

Lick the icing on it

Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

All my shades are never mist

Chef’s kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here’s my fist 

Kiss the ring up on it 

Kiss the, lick the, 

Lick the icing on it



Yeah I eat so well, yeah I know eat so well

I’m overwhelmed - my eyes be red and swell

All the wealth but all the fears show up and tell 

All the chains I wear be all the lies I tell myself

Yeah, you hate me? Cool, I hate myself



Nah.

don’t trigger me. ‘Cuz I’ll never be that again, I’ll never go back to ten, even if I pretend 

To an extent, even though I wanna go 

Out, like a light. In my hands, I’ve gotta life 

Shadow hands they squeeze it, wrap around my throat

Like diamonds out for show - What’chu think I do this for? 

You think I think it’s fun

You think I think I won 

You think I can’t pack a punch

You think I can’t kill you one on one 

I’mma swing the club on you slowly

Bring a man down, record the screams - foley 

Put you underneath me, yeah you’re the lowly 

Better put your hands together like I’m holy 



What do you think of yourselves 

Copy-cats who try to climb and then fell 

You’re screwing up, blaming me when you smell  

Back the hell up, you better off in a cell 



I’ma let you clowns in my head, aye

I’ma sit you down and rip your necks, aye

I really think you should be dead, aye 

What’s the pointing of living life with an empty head? 

Me and you? No, we ain’t alike 

I’ll be the last thing you ever see in sight

Before you even get to live a life

Got ice, but god damn, I’m sick of life

Sick and tired of you little rats 

But you know it means that I’m winning 

If everyone’s coming for me and my bag 

I only got me and my stacks



Stop! Don’t blame me 

Soaking, yeah, I’m rainy 

But you’re sucking hard - 

I make basic sound so brainy 

You’re always on the low 

All your pictures lookin’ grainy

You’re taking things to heart

‘Cuz no girl’s taking your weenie



Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

All my shades are never mist

Chef’s kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here’s my fist 

Kiss the ring up on it 

Kiss the, lick the, 

Lick the icing on it

Icing on the wrist 

Licking it, simp-ing for it

All my shades are never mist

Chef’s kiss, eating crisp

Do you smell it? 

Take a whiff, here’s my fist 

Kiss the ring up on it 

Kiss the, lick the, 

Lick the icing on it

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