Too Many Rappers
Muze Sikk
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Me and them we ain’t the same There’s way too many rappers You ain’t real you a fucking rapper You stay hanging with a tight grip What that really means is that you liked it Everybody got a purpose Some put the work in Others put in worship Is you down ya Is you riding or not Is you ill if not then get out my car We ain’t pulling off at the next stop Ain’t no fucking game this ain’t no Xbox Shouts out to my ex I heard you wife thots You ain’t no shooter you just say that when the mics on Everybody tryna get it These grown men must be kidding Your demo looking like your type huh I make her smile while I put it on her face and make her wipe up Internet stunting that’s some big shit It was free for me to mix this They said hit me up when you get big I ain’t tryna get big I’m tryna get rich Price tag I know I’m nice that’s why I fucking brag Ain’t the type to swipe a rivals bag Ain’t the type to eye another’s stash Momma still wonder why I rap My boys always tell me that I snapped I’m Floyd eating pink trippy facts Let the paint drip on the dash Let the man slip on the slash Rip it to the scripture imma smash Bitch I pop a whole clip up in that ass The clip is the jizz my dick spits when I tap See I’m still speaking facts You get exposed for that acting like you trap My mom would whoop my ass if I was flipping sacs My dad would kick me out the house if I was strapped Still burning clean peep the mileage When I was young it was all bicycles and sprite lids I keep the vision seared right into my eyelids Not the type to speak I abide in silence I make the hardest beats you ain’t heard yet I got a ear very clear imma vet I’ve been a fan of Atlanta since snap tracks My first kit was full of trap claps Facts I’m loving where the game is at I love to see another MF gain a bag Muze to the Sikk on a different dash In the middle of the map with a witches batch Aint really nothing I can say about these daily tracks If they don’t get me where I’m going then I’ll make a path I got commitment to the vision ain’t no jibber jab Ain’t the type to quit I’ll kick it I’m gripping cash Bands in my pants I don’t blow no backwoods Smoking joints we keep it proper New chick she’s rocking pink bizarre shopper Ay Tap me in Forrest I can run like a MF horse Air Rose like a MF florist Coming thru the back door ask Horace Don’t make me pull the jitsu outta storage Don’t make me turn that apple to a orange Friends in high places getting stoned up I’m a nice guy I like to phone her up Buy her something nice and get my boner sucked Watch this lonely stoner start to solar up She still let me hit when she sober up Prolly want a kid you better throat a nut Can you stomach that Can you run with that Unknown till I run it like a running back How could he utter that I whip that butter fat What’s new I’m going harder for the summer bash If you really like me you gon like my friend That’s some shit you hear when you the fucking man I’m seeing double all she wanna do is rub it in Eating pussy while the others licking on my hand Indy Heat Records We just getting started This shits eternal You get what you earn tho Any obstacle is just a hurdle
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