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Spit It
by Sevens
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I just spit it elevate it
Bring it back then motivate it
Put it round my neck and hang it
From the ceiling like a panic
Now I'm acting kinda jaded
And I'm feeling kinda faded
But you always know I made it
Cause' I really love to hate it
And I'm bringing in the paper
Like a fucking Demon slayer
All these women like a player
But I never had to pay her
Yeah you always have to make her
And I never had to lay her
Let me put that on a wager
Call me Charlie I'm a winner
Like woah like shit like woah
Let's go again
Like whoa, you already know
Let's go again
I'm coming back to let you know that I'm still making hits
Cause' I'm the only true producer that can spit this shit
I'm tired of being alone and unknown and on my own and rolling around in the dirt cuz I don't really get it going
Every second I spend on my phone and in a ditch is a second that some mediocre rapper comes out with a hit
Ima test you and I get it, I'm a humble man,
But compared to me every Grammy ever won was a sham
I'm a white kid
Like spy kids
And everybody wanna know why kids
Go back home to their parents and try shit
Cause' they don't know what it means in the violence
They're not righteous buy white shit
And no, I don't mean that "off white" shit
But while we're on the topic of brands
Lemme say one thing about the Gucci on your pants
Designer clothes ain't that
Think about your money and save some racks
Everybody wanna be like everybody
So they buy shit that everybody wear
Then next year it's goes in the trash
But this time it won't
No this year it won't
Because I'm spitting this shit from the top of my throne
I just spit it elevate it
Bring it back then motivate it
Put it round my neck and hang it
From the ceiling like a panic
Now I'm acting kinda jaded
And I'm feeling kinda faded
But you always know I made it
Cause' I really love to hate it
And I'm bringing in the paper
Like a fucking Demon slayer
All these women like a player
But I never had to pay her
Yeah you always have to make her
And I never had to lay her
Let me put that on a wager
Call me Charlie I'm a winner
Like woah like shit like woah
Let's go again
Like whoa, you already know
Let's go again
I'm coming back to let you know that I'm still making hits
Cause' I'm the only true producer that can spit this shit
I'm tired of being alone and unknown and on my own and rolling around in the dirt cuz I don't really get it going
Every second I spend on my phone and in a ditch is a second that some mediocre rapper comes out with a hit
Ima test you and I get it, I'm a humble man,
But compared to me every Grammy ever won was a sham
I'm a white kid
Like spy kids
And everybody wanna know why kids
Go back home to their parents and try shit
Cause' they don't know what it means in the violence
They're not righteous buy white shit
And no, I don't mean that "off white" shit
But while we're on the topic of brands
Lemme say one thing about the Gucci on your pants
Designer clothes ain't that
Think about your money and save some racks
Everybody wanna be like everybody
So they buy shit that everybody wear
Then next year it's goes in the trash
But this time it won't
No this year it won't
Because I'm spitting this shit from the top of my throne
