The Sky is Gray
PHYOROM
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Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle I've been California Dreamin' Giving MACAVELLI style Goosebumps 808, hard kick, that's the ROM sound Keep the speaker booming Like I'm Ukraine, f*ck a Putin I got bad bitches boolin by the pool and hella top shotters got 'em tuning Oh my god let me slow down, I'm really zooming Let me go Chevy Spark on this motherfucker Or a Mirage so I don't stutter When I drop this then my pockets gon increase by about 92 HP Have to walk sideways through a doorway like my name is Tammy I just eat the beat like I'm Hannibal Lecter Want my money greener than the second side of Bruce Banner In my prime and I need my dues, y'all better start a prayer I'm walking round pockets ode bigger than Shamu All these people acting like Dunham Switching up their personalities and acting brand new I could get 'em Usain running Showing off my abnormalities And who Really gon rob the cradle See me stirring up the pot no ladle Do this shit independent I'm still screaming f*ck a label You can't join me at my table I don't break bread for a fake ass bitch Only passing out my revenue To my homies who move militant Got a head on their shoulders And that F3 they all represent Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle Now, when I hit triples on the 144 Never look back for the red and the blue Reaching for the billboard with the Focusrite on the floorboard And the mic vise gripped on the dashboard Ain't no selling my soul 7 more years ain't enough to carry out the shit I foretold I'm predicting my growth with the mind of the Clairvoyant Twins No more looking back in the past feel like Bron looking at you With the grins, Michael told me that I had to sin Get a little bop, have it all pop Now you up there with the trends So they call you ROM You concoct all the shit that they never saw Now you watching out for yo kin And they saying Take Me With U They all see you as a Prince But they was on the sidelines Never in the field they ain't friends Yet they have the voice to even coach you Smoke you Saying ROM he isn't for the culture That's the shit I really fucking hate People in my ear who think they know what it take Saying do this, do that My lil homie from the 8 he wouldn't do it that way While that motherfucker rapping on his BandLab Never seen a studio If it hit him in his motherfucking face I work hard for my bragging rights They all singing lullaby's I'ma hit my 10 year Rich as a white bitch, I could never lie Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle Lost myself about 6 God damn years ago Yet I never been the one to fold Always got the upper hand on myself Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table I walk 'em down Al Pacino Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single? Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle
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