^Christian / Pulisic^
A-Lux
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I'm on the wing, no Pulisic I don't got chains so I'm different Been punching a clock My bread in some stocks Collecting some interest Told 'em I'm done with some misses Told 'em I'm done with the gimmicks My pack comin' hot I'm with it, you not So I'm tryna flip it Aye, the kid ain't no trapper But I just took a few percs I'll treat you like Rick If you come at me, bitch Put your dick in the dirt Every day doing work, yuh Every day write a verse, yuh Been smokin' some medical Words are so surgical Guess I be Turk, yeah Up on the roof, I'm at Barry's Whip through the streets in my chariot My bish in the tub, she like Harriet The way she put on, Imma marry her I be a stranger but scarier Callin' me Jason, I Terry'd her Homie, I rap for the peasants I be the new proletariat And I am the best in my area Lineage from Bulgaria And A-Lux is hilarious So I'm out for blood, no Malaria My bars cold as Siberia And they sick as bacteria The flow is so various So I understand the hysteria I'm on the wing, no Pulisic I don't got chains so I'm different Been punching a clock My bread in some stocks Collecting some interest Told 'em I'm done with some misses Told 'em I'm done with the gimmicks My pack comin' hot I'm with it, you not So I'm tryna flip it If you got smoke, then I'm with it If you got cake, then I'm with it And they don't want beef So open the fridge, we call it cold chicken I be a gymnast, I'm flippin Ice in my drink so I'm chillin Just got an addy I'm pillin, yeah Shit, can't help if a few bars are corny Especially with where I be living It's the same type of shit that I might be saying When I'm out here texting some women No Jason, but dude I ain't Kiddin I'm leaving some kids on some linens I'm smoking some bud from Portland, my guy You know that the kid out here rippin And I'm waving them off like I'm Damien No I ain't your bud, no Bahamian And I know that I'm lookin' Ukranian But that chick that I'm with is Jordanian I'm just tryna fill a few stadiums But lately I been playing Stadia I need me a smoke and a couple of pills To keep my from places of mania I'm on the wing, no Pulisic I don't got chains so I'm different Been punching a clock My bread in some stocks Collecting some interest Told 'em I'm done with some misses Told 'em I'm done with the gimmicks My pack comin' hot I'm with it, you not So I'm tryna flip it
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