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losses
It's silly to me
I'm shocked by all the thunder
And the wonders I seen
Where are we headed, what do you dream
Is there point in progression
When do

prove what I produce by spraying up the room in due time
You'll find it difficult to breathe outstanding
Niggas like me will never take a seat
Break

I ever did to make him hate me so
It's like I must have stole his girl when I was just a baby yo
At first, he'd just pop up here and there just

[HOOK] :
Yeah Straight Outta Fuckin’ Transylvania
This is Motherfuckin' Dracula
I'm the undead who rises from a downfall
Now I rule the world with

like I'm leaning
Swear this feel like a perc or a molly
Kuz baby girl you rev me up and you getting me started
Is you niggas retarded
Eat the beat like

weren't enough, hold up (aye)
And those sorry ass hooks weren't enough,
It's enough to scare the hoes, I know, I know
I know
You're scaring all the hoes

In that fresh dashiki
 
You fuck boys jealous of women
I bet you dressing up in my clothes I left in the kitchen 
Hate to see me winning,
Scared of my

bucks is Kareem,
I been in the ring All of my hooks, Muhammad Ali,
I just wanted to win, Put up with my city, tryna get seen,
I belong in the league Fly

creditors make you a star
When they pay enough media to say that you are
You're still just a bottom bitch walking the track
So tell your pimp No, get up off

Why can't you sound like them? Why ain't u blow up yet? They got flow, they got swagger
You're just yelling on a track. Why would anyone want

Being a homie with the hook up with the best foo
Having bad bitches to have sex to
Cuz jealousy, mixed with N and V, equal angry
Then comes whoa is me

me
I'm by myself all alone and nearly
On the verge of breaking down
Like every single track and this very instrumental that was meant to make

stress-free Bentley's, Nestle's
Mr what-the hook-gone-be
(Murphy lee) that’s me
Spending all money, sometimes on your honey
Taking turns for me
She making that

pad game dropping out the stroller
And a right hook to knock the chip up off your shoulder
AKA spending big math man with a bad tan
Black belt Dan in

cook up beats just for lunch
I'm the one who really do his own stunts
I'm the one
I'm the one make her cum, ondalay
12 behind me like I'm really

and they say show me yo!
I been on my grind I been doing my shit
You been on the spy, yeah, riding up on my dick
A waste of a track, it's nothin' now but

Like you finna die by the gun
Man, you smell like corn chips, This got me weak, man, I'm done

You see how I'm switchin' the flow on 'em, I keep goin',

What I'm smokin', smokin' on Wooski
Your bitch a treesh, she wanna do me
Libra, yeah he my dog like Scooby
Told her back it up while I rip off that

same place butterflies get pimped
You a rider or you not we can't justify attempts
From down south but courtside at the Rucker by the bench
They told me

me remix the scheme for
Your stupid self
Kamikaze gun
It's suicide to let it fly at you
Hooks got you looking
blind
They call me the eye snatcher
Robin

on the way
Thats why me and trust stay lighting paths, cause today might be the day
Feeling right gone be a light, man ya better check what that hook say
Jesus

Listen up motherfucker, we on our way to make it
The crown that you're holding dog we on our way to take it
The ceiling that's above us, we on our

when your word is bond
Roll me up a L , take a seat , probably kill some time
Find a beat , easy with the hooks , peep the punchlines
Chasing goals ,

I'm strapped with a tool
Body got dropped in the mofucking pool
I'm not a guy who would shoot up the school
You say that in tracks and you think that