Jean-Michel
Troy Cakeman
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Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Mi no comprende Give no f*ck what no bitch say Niggas falling click bait Must like how my dick taste I'm all in they mouth Just looking for clout All in they house But when I'm outside they scared to come out Fake it till you make it ain't taking that route Talking that shit that you ain't really 'bout This ain't a front Ain't pulling no stunts You looking like food, I'm taking your lunch Quit all that cap are you Captain Crunch? I pull up, peel off and then peel me a blunt I'm not amused Ain't making no moves All in my views Turn on the tube If you need the news In a murderous mood Take 'em to school Like Bob Ross with the tool Clint Eastwood with the mule Leave 'em drippin' like a pool He gon' need stitches get the spool Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Peace, Church and Tabernacle Had to hit em with the razzle dazzle Heard the snakes rattle like they wanna battle Tryna fake the funk 'cause they feelings fragile Had to step back like a Harden travel Hear the hater talk shit left me baffled Let em burn like Babel hanging from a scaffold My God is my judge no gown no gavel You owe me than I'm 'bout to cash in Got a Westside connection like Mack 10 My hittas can't wait till you lacking You get packed out shit get packed in I'm what's happening' you a has been Correction, you a never been Flying white dog, story never ends Niggas sell they soul to stay relevant Hol' up Who the f*ck gave these niggas a room to speak Gon' end up six feet for feeling himself like Tweet Thinking it's sweet but niggas ain't safe if these streets Don't trust em we dust 'em and all of my niggas prepared for the sweep Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale
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