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on the track, and i cook it up like a s'more
(Boom) Boom, when i clique clack up, onomatopoeia
I don't do the chit chat, give them birds a feeding
They be giving

been tryna do my dance
You been tryna spend these bands
You a bird, Tuscan Sam
Say we fucking, that's the plan
Fucking round she got a man
Feel like

showcased a man who had a dream
There was a white mansion that was labeled the pink palace
Wait… who the hell lived in the pink palace?
Yet I swear all these

never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared

of doing people wrong
Aye, this a caged bird song
Aye, feel free to sing along
Aye, I was looking for my phone
Aye, bout to call my brother Bone
Cause just

could give
Ain't nothing better than death
The relief from all of this stress
To the whole world I will bless
By blowing it up, no regrets
Giving these

just me in the game with the bleeding fingers
Imma take what I need, do the speakin later
I'm so overrated, a created player
Stop by the ave
Slackin

Ugh, like what you need from me?
Keep this shit one hunnid this money just coming easily
He sick to his stomach, got all these birds seeding me
She just

birds
I'd rather get in touch with
Nerds like Mark Zuckerberg
A lot of us deserve the truth
And not the fuck shit
Intimidation stop innovation, Elon Musk

buckle you
Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable
I don't play by your rules, I stick and move
Everyday that you do, catches up to you
I want my

Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while

they gon' think you lyin' if you
Tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, nigga, Griselda, aie!
By Fashion Rebels

Yeah, I put a shit bag on you
The Fifth blast

the Phenome
Drill it in ya head
When Shdw dropping
Nigga chomp at the bit
Sick of being overlooked
& underrated in favor
Of bummy niggas homies
Pushing by

Light-skinned but great dude,
Wait, you just divorced?
Blast it, that bitch was a handful
And of course, rap is, what I meant by this sentence
But if the prison

a make you wait, yeah, lemme stall
I will become great, watch me launch it like a cannonball
Needed a breath to make songs
like a jet, that's a nose art

get booboo's like boohoo
And keep your eyes peeled because if you sleep on me you'll miss the vision
Look at these niggas, they really be fly as a bird

ain't Addressing no rumor told by the Media leave that shit to the birds
I'm an entertainer of all different calibers
Young versitile artist you love
God

the whistle intereupt the play
Like the place you lay better know your place
Flag on the play, Flag on the play
Wait pause gotta be a scrimmage this is not

mortal unrest
I asked for your respect
Now I'm taking your respect
Minus the auto man
This a grand theft
Birds of the same feather
Flock together
But you

Got birds in the trap, I feed you to the ravens 

Acting so hard looking so soft 
Nigga ignore 
Drip through the door drip in my walk 
Nigga ignore 
I

Drake practice your dancing move
Plus you know how Libras and Cancers do
When I'm surrounded by my fan base just know I was a fan of you

Shit Bitches

Highly anticipated
Sorry for making you wait
Was getting my paper straight and analyzing
It's so surprising
These niggas hit the floor then think

and by that I mean belt size
It's markers and fabric, last time you said you felt wise
And for the hell-guy, my band is treason
It's liars and frauds

Actually wait…
Maybe I should focus on them and soak up the whole experience
(This poet has an E.P. out called Metamorphosis, if you haven't…)
Ah, here we go