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Tradin' beats
Grab your guitar
We make some heat
If you sing with me
Then look at our feet
Cause we're running
We're running

whenever it torn us
No chains n' no ropes, yeah Nothing can hold that
I'm into this beat like prayer in lord like
Murder this shit like Blackhawk with bomb

a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining

Make you all just look like clowns
I don’t do this for the clout
I ain’t stopping till the crown
Is resting in my palace please
Call me by your majesty

And moving off to Tennessee
To make your albums right
While my heart can’t even find its own beat

And oh
What I would give to hold his hand
But no
Tore my

it's up  and Unc gon go spinnin in the rain
Heavy kick, heavy swang and thats courtesy of Saint
Jumped back on that pavement by choice I haven't came kit

heart beats on
But I gotta man up
And gotta move on

Why is it hard
When I know that we were bad
Why is it hard
When I knew it wouldn't last
Why is it

noise and let's start with them audibles
Everybody tellin' me that you will never make it Overnight
I got an album comin tellin' me it's possible

Top 10

minutes
Procrastination, on the creation, of this a compilation

Followed by a citation, of this album acting like sedation
Fuck you and your frustration

Whole team hitting free throws,
Hit another lick,
Then we finna go beast mode,
Everything alright,
Cause we living by the G code,

I'm spitting cause I

gushin
Shit fuck it
Hip thrusting how I'm treating the beat

Notorious
Notorious
Notorious
Notorious

I've been orchestrating orbits
Aligning the stars

They gave me lemons and mentioned to me
That rapping on beat wouldn't be something that I would achieve
But it made me breathe each key vengefully

im 10 toes ain't no need to take a seat
And is like too many hoes but niggas still beat They meat
I do my own solo album ion need no fuckin Feats

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

always so fast so they call 'em McQueen
Yeah, I can't stand this
Me and Eatin we just on another planet
It didn't happen by chance, nah we planned it
We

end up by switching my beat to then stop moving till my brain is dead
Hell, all I'm doing is relying on my parents' wallet plus some fishy loans
I am

better, Becky with the good hair, dyed to me
777, that's a lottery, I told you don't roll the dice on me
Sixteen speakers, beats by Dre, Apple Vision Pro, I

rappers in my stable
I'll lasso with anyone off their high horse, this ain't my first rodeo
Niggas spurred by bull, if they think they can go toe to toe

make album four
Less talkin', I've been workin' more
Better me is what I'm workin' towards
Y'all judgin', but we not in court, no, we not in court
Oh

all week 

It’s crazy we was good Monday 
Be careful what you speak 
That lil sermon that you preach will have you dead by Sunday 
Shit Won’t even take

shit is fake)
I'm bout what I say, you can tell just by my expression
My Social Security Number starts with three 7's, you get the message (You know what

alive today he wouldn't be dabbing you 
all on stage acting coo praising them and their albums too
Migos tried to jump you but yet that wasn't true

that beat
Like raw meat, bitch everything pink
Lined bitches up I'm Paris Ali
Life caved in, Francis Scott key
Nobody in my lane Ima dime of a dozen
Been

So this is the new frontier
No way I'm gonna make it here
Algorithm ain't got no soul
Toss another album in a hole
New beat with a funky twist