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get ghosted or a text back
We make internet friends
Flexing a Benz on the gram when it ain't yours
That's just internet trends
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Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black

what you state is pussy mate (Mm)
Them internet warriors gushin' me (Uh, huh)
Ambitions, ambitions, ambitions (Uh)
On the board feel like a bishop

Media Midgets

R.A. the Rugged Man

Legends Never Die

2013

for more fame they control your brain
The gullible puppets of the public get played like a board game
Get your jaw reconstructed, I ain't no puppet

Planet earth Futures see a desimated turf
Population Control and regulated birth
Occupation Control your estimated worth
Indoctrination of Souls

You've got mail

Woo, check the WiFi
Call your internet provider, grab a lighter
Smoke a fire in this bitch until we quite high (quite high)
Got

internet troll (Troll)
Breakfast this morning? I had sausage roll (Roll)
Got the crowd screaming - where's riot control? (Where's riot control?)
Radioactive

took control, back than when my girlfriend's name was nicole|Rest in peace her soul, we had FUN i think back, child prodigy gifted in black|Freestylin,

Yeah
Am feeling kinda nostagic
Am feeling like I miss something men
So, Ladies and Gentlemen
Welcome on board
Let's go back in time
Yeah
Okay
Take me

Hey 
Back in the booth boy 
It's trouble for ya 
Gave you joints last summer 
Here's a another for ya 
Killing cross the board yeah 
We call all that

After I got done recording my first Cardi diss
Some more shit surfaced on the internet about her that just pissed me off
How is she even relevant

regrets, the price you pay when you skate like board P, m.s., (m)y (s)oul, not the minstrel show they pay us for to blow it on some Robin's jeans dressing up

it's hard to find love
But you always find a gat
And you always find a pack
Get real deal where I'm at
It's a lingo for this Al Pacino
Cross the board

or die, I need some time to ride alone
Was in the driver's seat, questioning my control
You know a car crash isn't where we're trying to go
I be Blackwall

em hitting notes, it sound melodic
Tragic, have em sliding the base board
This the type of pen you niggas pay for
Fuck them props, this tongue is not