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got the drinks on lock you aint need move
Except to head on over and kick off your shoes
With the, tunes blaring and the neighbors staring
You'll know

he take?
Get the money go get it
I'm a goat how I feel when I'm spittin
Got a mask then we suit up with mittens
Look
I'll admit it
I grew up with a bag

Sweet rhythms and spicy rhymes, that got you hooked
They want this recipe, but it is confidential and we be makin' dollars, not cents, it's essential

who is my master/
By definition a Bastard so is my existence set in stone oh that’s laughter/
God doesn’t speak to me or he is whispering but it’s hard

to bars
Local misfit, quick as Covid, drifting like it's pole position
So persistent, and he flow with rhythms out the solar system
Only missing time

I got a buddy with the seniorita sickness.
He bumped Kid Cudi just to bare another witness.
When we were kids he said
"This jam is golden, isn't it?

Nightmare on the beat, to MC's I'm like the slendy man
Tryna fight the things put in place by the many men
But I'll fold when the beat stops and the rhythm

I gotta play it all by the book now
Gotta learn to see past the bad side
I'm just tryna get to the rhythm incase you wasn't me
You can always change

villain
No ted talk no higher vision
When the bass drop better feel the rhythm
You a sick bastard need some penicillin
If he hurt kids I'ma fucking kill him

and you know he gon' deal one
Tell him thanks for giving drugs like the pilgrims
Nigga come 'round kick my cup Imma spill him
I ain't from New York but

no doubt I'ma make it
God got my back 
There's no doubting The Savior
Funny how the mind make your troubles look major
That type of thinking is

knocking down your team but homie we ain't playing chess
I'm not asking Khaled cuz he knows that we the best ay
You can call me a master go and fetch my dark

to the beat move you feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go get em
Coach said "get em'; I told coach "got

Ain't nothing wrong with doing it right
I be fuckin up and I be paying the price
I got my type
That's adidas in white
A diva on my right
Guess I'm

better relax
They need something new and I can be that
I got people praying on they kneecaps saying
"God, why, why, why's it always better when he raps?"
I

shakur is prime time
Komodo dragon when he rappin
Shit is fire rhymes
Get your priorities in line
Cause niggas mine right

I see the light got the dream

Yea
Yea
You mind turning that up
Its the one to the far left
Yea
Yea
Uh
Nigga welcome to the cage uh
Got dope, got smoke nigga let me cook for

to the beat move your feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go & get em
Coach said "get em' & I told coach

a Ben at the studio just to get this shit mixed
Now Bred is prolly thinking, lil bitch you ain't slick
But he's front of the line if I hit a fat lick
Cuz

done walked up in the game, I'm not regretting my decision
They like "he ain't never gon' make it, but at least he tried"
But while you workin' way too

Not really solve
Rather cover it like make up
Hitting rock bottom, guilty your honor
That really taught him
How far I've fallen
He ain't a goon

Black an white keys
Oreo
Speech steady searing
Lava flow
But yall aint hearing
No Audio
The shadow moves unnoticed
In sight but out of focus
Feel it when

think I'm too young to sit down and watch it passing by
Ya he pasado mucho tiempo en la soledad
Now I'm having fun you know, voy a parar
Oh Ohh
No voy

Hublot the bazzel my wrist
Caught by the eye of your bitch bling blaow
And I was broke ain't no shit
Woke up I planed to get rich dig down
Down in my soul