Lyrics:
She actin' fun around the money
You wanna attack me for the cake? We are not the same
I chase guap, you chase Wap, we are not on the same page
I'm
Grab the extension pull up to the party
I'm spillin their blood, like it up like I'm Carti
Put corpses inside of the bags, then we drop em
You got
like me ooh how insulting how insulting how insulting
I love it when you get so passive aggressive
Sweat it all off like leg extensions
Really gonna
is a simulation
Eight color assimilation
Six senses calibration
Bibliomancy
Yeah flip the pages of Necronomicon
Pick a phrase what a phenomenon
it with his chest before he post on my page
Ion back and forth shit, I'm in the trap getting Rich
It's too much to count, but I'm sick of the Risk
My
Bleeding like a pig that's squealing
Icosidodecahedrons rushing by to catch the shapes that couldn't break beyond dimensions
Losing track with no extension
But I'm wit' anything to get paid
Internet beefin', bitch, get off my page
Ride with my heat, be done burnt em' like sage
I pop a perc just to heal
lil nigga but I need some gas
Took a lil advice now I heed the path
Coming off top, tracks, extensions
Mind so sharp it's cuttin' thru
Tell me what I
I want a little more bass, rub it in your face, Pull up the chore page, pick up the sorbet
Grab me a toupee, chicken noodle soup, eh, Pineapple
know who sent him
If he reach, he get left on a stretcher
This Glock hold 30 in extension
But all the bullets Smith & Wesson
He got in that room
they'll never cheat
You can say what you want, it's all still obsolete
I've been here forever, never changed, still got receipts
Got extensions, Jimmy
at me
Not the smartest selection
Ballin perfect my craft till they give me the max extension
always keep it a hundred, never lacking percentage
They mad
the less;
I'm at odds with the fact I'm just one character in a stage, oddly enough,
Designed to make it to the next page.
all these scarlet letters
the Space Age
Writin' your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page
For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades
all
You hear me talkin to ya? I'm on some grown Danze shit
(You'll be comin of age) My life is on a different page;
Able to tame my rage
A little
through the pages
See my lyrics straight posin' on cycles, they flex the looks
I'm black coffee for you non-morning people, feel my Joe
Lock it down,
percoects on the pavement
Now we in Paris posin' in Prada like it's the Vogue pages (Conductor, uh-huh)
All praise is due, I teach you niggas like I'm Noble
and only page Planetwide suicide Click and get ready to die Planetwide suicide We'll be deleted tonight Planetwide suicide Cleaned earth in pale morning
[DJ]
FM 113.57 with today's up to date global news
In news today, the infamous rapper Lil' Rob
Presumed to be dead for the past two years
Apparently
and only page
Planetwide suicide
Click and get ready to die
Planetwide suicide
We'll be deleted tonight
Planetwide suicide
Cleaned earth in pale morning
punches, this a rampage
Ain't got no followers but talkin'? You a fan page
Hop up in that fast thang, skate like Cascade
Hunnid ten percent everything,
ammunition
Rap excel, my name ring bells
This is a warnin'
Rob-O heatin' it up like global warmin'
Hot like the sun out
Watch your niggas dumb out
Even without
Wake at the break of day, write 'till the crack of dawn
Passion'll splash the page, peer pressure I'll pack it on
Rolling with CES I got the unity
Understand that government and industry's the catalyst
A battle was lost but quiet war still wages
Police engage us, like potential bigamists
Page is
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