Lyrics:
Mixtape after mix-tape
Who the fuck claim to know Nate
I ain't even give a pro-rate
Why the fuck we up so late
Two AM party out of state
Only friends
the climate is
It's out of nature
Tell me who you seek asylum in
Rotate the 'digm and some
Notate my time is up
No taint or grime, it's done
Prorate the nine
8 o clock on a thursday
Watchin anime
Prorate on the mary j
Plug come through
Like its door dash
Just cash
Good grass
Get me lifted
I enter
like Colgate
This is a bar, take it so far you can't locate
And if you keep her a week and you fuck for a couple of days
For that pussy, then prorate
and it's okay
The fam will be okay, let energy rotate
Take it in put something on your plate
Life doesn't prorate, the battery sulfates
Twenty-seven's coming
the money pile up turn into a prorate
Need me a couple Mill a couple Mill
Then we might have a deal have a deal
I was in the field in the field
Making hits
fate
I wouldn't end the flow state
Believe I stepped into my flow state
I had to prorate
My whole career
Catching up to the potential I've hidden
of my shit
Now that the buildings mine
Look I'ma need the first month, the last month, the prorate, and deposit
Man that shit is standard logic
You
guts
I know that hoe excited she can't wait
She just tryna get that nut
I tax that hoe I said a pro-rate
Peroxide in that cut (cut)
Think I'm playin then
All your battles need changed the channel
Lose too many fights need to prorate
Kakarot, come on down from the clouds
You don't deserve the power you
out and separate the colours like an old racist
I'm Out the muddy wit the curry on a foam plate
Rap a package for the streets and let it prorate
Slap
should've took the half, baby, I need a prorate
You can say my name, bae, I'm known through the whole state
Tired of gate keepers treat the game like some
Your pockets full of all of the moments that we stole
Do I underestimate life's ability to prorate wanderlust?
Darling, can you see the sun in the space
if we were together
My mom still thinks that we are soulmates
Think that we're gonna end up getting married
I'ma prorate the rest for another day
If
on the prorate
Interest too high on the loan rate. They saying point nine how bout point eight
Keep track of every dime so I don't waste
Burning tracks up with
player alive
(Look)
I miss the game in its old state
Niggas cut the dope I'm selling gems at a pro-rate
Elevate my stock I got it poppin' off the dream
cheque
If ya bank all zip, then the prorate restin'
Everybody stop at a question
Then they never answer it
Compressing they session with extra obsessions
no-bake
Easy on the dough trade
A fast rise, like propane
I'll never settle for half-wills or pro-rates
I feel at odds with the mob I'm so avant-garde
A lot
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