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First of all, I'm next up in this rap shit, that's a guarantee
The way I get the bread, I'm like a baker, it ain't hard to see
I stay by myself or with a few like it's quarantine
Them suckas slid but just stayed in the car, they ain't hop on feet
If you in the field, go buckle up, he ain't strap his cleats
The bitch head stay in between my legs like a pedigree
If I call my brother, he might slide, it's a tragedy
Or I might do it all by myself, this ain't no tag team
When he snuck behind and hit his head, that's when I started laughing
Everybody tryna steal my rhymes like they closed captions
Heard he wanted fame, now his grave site a new attraction
Like a math geek, add up that 30, then get the subtracted
Bitch, I hang with big dogs, them great danes, and Rottweilers
I stay by myself, cause I know these bitches hot liars
Boy, go take it in, you got your shit and the block on fire
I might hit up Saks to drop a bag for my new attire
Boy, we on they ass, go get up close like a full court press
All these bitches wanna meet my mom cause they so obsessed
I be rapping like one in the morning, I don't need no rest
A couple beams, a couple headshots,
you don't need no vest
I don't need no bitch, I swear to God, they all delusional
At first it was a drama scene, the beam, now it's a musical
Don't think you bulletproof like every dude in here removable
I'm told that I'm next up like I'm the greatest indisputable
Ayy, lil bro got twin glocks like Zack and Cody
Lil DJ, he'll hit your block, all by his doley
Get the f*ck off of my live, acting like you know me
The bitch gave me the drop on her mans just cause she love me
I feel like Westbrook with the rock, I'm finna drive it in
Bitches talking all up on the gram, f*ck all the politics
CK a janky baby, he slide with a hundred clips
Red, blue, and green beams, we all trying not to miss
I told him f*ck a diss, stand on 10 and slide, dude
When you stalking on the gram, bro, stalking your avenues
Shit I'm seeing already dreamed it, like it ain't nothing new
I might take your bitch out to the mall like, what you want boo
We coming for your neck like a hickey or like a violin
My mama know that I'ma get a bag like I'm the money kid
I've been rapping since 2014, I was born to win
And they've been trapping since 2009 like it was born a sin
I speak my thoughts for that bag like an entrepreneur
He a bench player for the Cavs, he ain't trying to score
Wait a couple months, you'll see my name on the billboards
That lil shorty, take it from the bag, now she wants some more
First of all, I'm next up in this rap shit, that's a guarantee
The way I get the bread, I'm like a baker, it ain't hard to see
I stay by myself or with a few like it's quarantine
Them suckas slid, but just stayed in the car, they ain't hop on feet
If you in the field, go buckle up, he ain't strap his cleats
The bitch head stay in between my legs like a pedigree
If I call my brother, he might slide, it's a tragedy
Or I might do it all by myself, this ain't no tag team

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