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Guillotine
by JimmyC4
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Go slow for bumps
Different for the ramps, I get a chance then that's what's up
Feeling anchor-free
This a different class, what's a napkin to a handkerchief?
Needed a mike around 11, pre-Stranger things
Now the monster's out
I walk like Sully
Sorry boo, I kinda gotta stay on top of things like skullies
Look for open doors
I ain't tryna get in with them, they some open sores
Neighborhood pool vibes, I'm more ocean floors
Hidden treasures
This.shit.hits you just gotta switch the letters
You know, just like scrabble
I like my eggs scrambled
I only fuck with squares from my black and red flannel
The other kind lame, I just stick to my lane
Got 1 life to live and I get a Time frame
So fuck the lower energy, to that I get hire
I went from spitfires to them 19 inch tires
Evolving on 'em
Heads may tumble on my next stunt
And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none
Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come
Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from
That's for me to know and not you
Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo
So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes
Top two and I promise I am not two
Where my medal at?
The mission: get the buck-in, like pedal taps
Time is money, if it's talking we can schedule that
Hotboxing. Burning natural and Petrol gas
Might be why they stepping back, like ima blow or something
Show us something
Niggas think I owe 'em something
I be moving like the phantom of the opera, yeah
Like no matter how high they go I'm still a row above em
Level up and hit the cut, just to keep it brief
I don't beef, I chuck the deuce just to keep the piece
I got bigger fish to fry, busy fishing chips
Staying solid to the core, that's them Scissor kicks
Loud in the whip
Town or the twigs. Bound to ascend.
Young lion I was tryna Soundproof the den
Til booth got too hot. Now I need a crib with a pool out the boondocks. Bout my gu-op
Heads may tumble on my next stunt
And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none
Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come
Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from
That's for me to know and not you
Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo
So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes
Top two and I promise I am not two
Go slow for bumps
Different for the ramps, I get a chance then that's what's up
Feeling anchor-free
This a different class, what's a napkin to a handkerchief?
Needed a mike around 11, pre-Stranger things
Now the monster's out
I walk like Sully
Sorry boo, I kinda gotta stay on top of things like skullies
Look for open doors
I ain't tryna get in with them, they some open sores
Neighborhood pool vibes, I'm more ocean floors
Hidden treasures
This.shit.hits you just gotta switch the letters
You know, just like scrabble
I like my eggs scrambled
I only fuck with squares from my black and red flannel
The other kind lame, I just stick to my lane
Got 1 life to live and I get a Time frame
So fuck the lower energy, to that I get hire
I went from spitfires to them 19 inch tires
Evolving on 'em
Heads may tumble on my next stunt
And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none
Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come
Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from
That's for me to know and not you
Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo
So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes
Top two and I promise I am not two
Where my medal at?
The mission: get the buck-in, like pedal taps
Time is money, if it's talking we can schedule that
Hotboxing. Burning natural and Petrol gas
Might be why they stepping back, like ima blow or something
Show us something
Niggas think I owe 'em something
I be moving like the phantom of the opera, yeah
Like no matter how high they go I'm still a row above em
Level up and hit the cut, just to keep it brief
I don't beef, I chuck the deuce just to keep the piece
I got bigger fish to fry, busy fishing chips
Staying solid to the core, that's them Scissor kicks
Loud in the whip
Town or the twigs. Bound to ascend.
Young lion I was tryna Soundproof the den
Til booth got too hot. Now I need a crib with a pool out the boondocks. Bout my gu-op
Heads may tumble on my next stunt
And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none
Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come
Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from
That's for me to know and not you
Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo
So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes
Top two and I promise I am not two
