Lyrics:
allegations and your allegories
Fuck around and kill your whole category
My grammy love me, fuck a rap award
See, I'm grateful for every enemy
That wanna see
If you're looking for incredible
Wordplay with many categories
This is where you find it
Yeah grindin' and grindin'
You'll never get to this height
squeeze the toast
You ain't in my category
Heard you on Fly Boy
The best white boy? Devs will
Make Scratchy D the ghost
And in the whole scene you hassle me
parlent
Booster guidé, la concu' j'l'ai quittée
T'es qu'un bouche-trou
T'es un genre de tampax
J'suis premier dans toutes les catégories
Grandis au sous-sol
tous copains à la base
Mais l'argent à séparer les coeurs
À laisser des cadavres à la cassе
Mets-moi pas dans tes catégories
À la basе y'a pas de case
Ça
This is dedicated to Darcy
My name is Darcy and I’d
Like to tell my story
About my best friend who’s
In another category, see
I was always happy, I
Grammy nominations are for artists that fall
Into categories of the public
I love advancements but sometimes I feel
Like I should be living rustic
Man
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category
got a fast foward me and brodie MVPs
You niggas nowhere in our category
D Lou in the kitchen whip
Shit like thats a laboratory
Donatello kickin' shit
I'm
Under but oversaturated
My imagination could wonder
Your boxes and categories
Are something I want to counter
'cause I'm a freedom hunter
A truth
the
Aggravated cause we aggregated
Into categories
Fake it into hollywood acting animated
I made my worst mistakes when it
Was made and it was faded
But I never
come back, ayy)
Too much fake lean goin' 'round the city so
I can't be sippin' on the Act' now
My music transcend category
I'm a white rapper
But they
is out for me
Looking out for me
No one looks out for me
I programmed myself to believe no one looks out for me
Another category I'll sing the saddest
broken
J'ai l’coeur brisé dans poitrine
You make me feel naked
Sur PornHub j'deviendrais famous
Même si j'fit pu dans aucune de tes catégories
You make me
but sorry Im not sorry no,
So, more and more I need, I want chill in my “rari”,
Work, work, Up category,
They just see the hype,
They want the artist
some rappers get signed
But don't make cause they too hood
My category is no boxes
Mandatory reefer, smoke and every mil is a
Like every whip is a drop
l’coeur brisé dans poitrine
You make me feel naked
Sur PornHub j'deviendrais famous
Même si j'fit pu dans aucune de tes catégories
You make me get wasted
estuve ahí
Me fui desde L.A. directo a Helsinki
Somo' el nuevo balance category olympics
Pero curtimos rap desde que usamos bali
Te juro mamá me va
mad
He ain't never come in last
Do what thou wilt best album if you understand
You ain't in the catagory
Rapping like you still a shorty
Amateur
on it
I'm a sandstorm
Big fan they been hiding from it
Imma put em all in a Category
Speak about me on a day to day
But when they see me they don't like
story
Straight up predatory
Made up swagger, what’s the matter?
Acting tough, nah you not even in the same category
But ya fear the reaper like never
I spin faster
Speak first and I don't care bout answer
Buried alive that's category 5 and you Can get spun like a natural disaster
I went to Wakanda
rain down
This Hurricane Raven
Category six, spin right through his block and break pavement
Bitch
Ain't no way you gon' be makin' it
I'm too true
seems I'm supposed to be
Something that fits into their categories
But I feel so certain that I don't
So they can go on all they want
Some of them don't
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