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it be on
Aiming for a belt around the waist when I want the head of Kong
Call me king
Angels sing, lovely devil dance
Delegate this instrumental

When she poppin' a plan b
Fuck you niggas don't pardon my french
I'm not friendly
Boy you a passenger stick to the backseat
I saw yo bitch and burst out

had to throw my peers in the trunk
I wanna be on rap tours (raptors) like Vince Carter
Flow harder, pray it turn a broke nigga to a globe trotter
Like

a tempo, that's my main fetish
Hop on instrumentals den go pandemic
This is not a title match. this is just practice
I ain't got opponents yet, nowhere

Lagasse
Or a hottie on back a Bologna Italian Ducatti
Cause if they’re of my lineage, anything I want I should be given it
By paper money nothing should be

the heated seats
I spit instrumental bitch I don’t need a beat
Diss me
Im at a niggas neck like “beeda beads”
They be like J-O how you rhyme that crazy?
Pass

At the same time
Its melting gold
And I'm getting paranoid of
How many years I'm given to live and die
Cuz I wanna be just like the greats
Matter of fact I

To be beat down and beat up by someone this slim
Enraged stomp in ya rib cage in cinnamon Tim's

Fierce fists
Knees bows
Throw kicks
Show kids how to put

personally
I can’t believe that you would leave me like that
Well I guess I should've guessed it by the way that she'd act
When I told her that I loved her

Yeah, the moment I stop havin' fun
Be the moment that I be done with it
Think you all that and a bag of chips
No, it's not that and it's not this
My shit

can't see or can't meet or can't be
You mad that you drive in a camry
I can't be the man that you wanna be
My life's been tainted by Mephistopheles
So

When I come around, you sound like an opp 
You clown, you facade
The town'll be noddin, at every stop
I do me regardless, no time to watch
I roll by ya

sound horrible now
I'm like, what the fuck happened
I a'int even got no inspiration
I mean, back in they day I used to
Be inspired by what niggas was

1: Big Yae]
Look
Boy I be feelin' poetic
So I tell 'em this here for the radio homie
Now keep this song on like a necklace
I'm so free got no chains

trip, I slipped up, but I'm Aunt Viv with the switch up, yeah
I just wanna be, All up in them banks, no Hillary
Swanky like it's Ashley, Uncle Phil,

us
Y'all are getting sentenced to be murdered by a menace
Huh, real shit

I always kept it real, so now I'm certified authentic
Certified authentic

My flute can make a snake
Rise up from the basket
So Pete Rock here we go, master the flow
(I don't wanna be the last to know)
With the mellow funk

crazy"
But crazy the shit that made me, they wanna be
Famous, I'm screaming out "porque?"
Already said flexing's not part of my forte
Don't really think

thinking like why am I so forgetful
Should be spending time with you father I'm neglectful
If it's not about the money then why am I even worried about this

a pie, I’m going to bake
Don’t get your ass flamed
I’m not for the fake
Aye
Cleveland be the reason get your ass some cudi
Aye
Hit you with the DDT like

My primary test was that library desk
Writing 10-12, before I join the rest
I was always by myself, felt a little stressed 
With my bag on the shelf,

clothes, I 
Wanna grow
Into my dad's clothes, I 
Try to grow
Into my dad's clothes, I 
Wonder if I'll grow 
Into my dad's clothes

My dad's dad, he had his

be happy to murk you ugh!)

How do you find the truth? When you surrounded by lies?
So glad that I found the booth (Why?)
Cuz I was dying inside
3-some

really happen
But people said I was dope and had talent
Just keep it up in practice, you'll soon be the best at it
So I kept going, never slowing down