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a couple skills that I didn't know exist
But when I found out I just smiled and said "I'm the shit"
Illiterate rappers don't know how to spell
Plus they shit

versions
Of Tiktokers, I'm just observing
And it's disturbing
Cuz I'm guilty by more than a count
Unreleased music more than I can count
I deserve it
Cuz

many bitches can fit in the coupe
Don't get the feeling definitive you
Just in the building I shitted on you
Wasn't a nigga intentions
We walking in here

produced by the Savior, JESUS
Don't you give ear to all of these lies that people speak
Tried to desensitize while they’re preying on the weak
Say that you

I fall and drop on knees
And somehow I just give up
Out of myself, I make mockery
You motherfuckers with your toxicity astonish me
I mean you bunch

don't care
About the fame

What is fame
People
Looking up
To you
Like an
Air plane
They are just
A little fan
That blows
You off
Like a
Man thing
Don't

clean
Aye aye aye
You don’t know what it means
Spacey dreams
I’m in a mind of my own do whatever I please
I’m spacey don’t test me
I’m just doing this

Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet

to break up
With the life you made up
It's time to trade up

Live the life you want now
A life you don't doubt
I could give a fuck how
Just figure it

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I

on the target list
In the scope im gargling
Shooting down his arguments

Nah i dont play that
Ok relay back
Just give me 1 straight fact
 Jumping on my haystack

family 
Never trust a soul 
Give you my back like Johna Hill you probably stab me 
Packing these bowls to Eminem’s brain damage
This batch get you flatten

man the best u can
Yo Stan I ain't mean u can compare me to Eminem
Yeah it's out of my hands I was born with that pen
And am I so snatched? Ayo Just

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't

Aye

I'm gassed up, like a scat
Yo packs real, but yo weed fake, give it back
Buy smoke or try to rob me, get yo lungs tapped
Head fucked up, I'm off

Eminem
Don't be stepping into my regiment
Unless you wanna get beheaded bitch
My success is clearly evident
Man I'm done with this shit the beat ended

money, all about the MULA
I'm all about these dolla dolla bills, what's it to ya?
I don't give a fuck, I do it for the big bucks I'm just sayin'
Say what

what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,

big – stacked – Craftsman tool chest
She can come by once a week – for the rest of - my life
I want – a good woman – but I ––– I don’t want a wife

Give

Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song 
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so

I watched you deteriorate in the most painful way
Physically and mentally day by day
And all I ever wanted to do
Was to be able to take it all away

plate clean
And use your bones as toothpicks to clean my teeth
I'm Carnivorous like a Tyrannosaurus
Now watch me drop another chorus cos
I don't give

Fucking with me
Nah nigga I don't think so
Fucking with me
What the fuck did you drink hoe
Fucking with me
Nah nigga Imma virgin
Nigga you just