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Pretty Much
by Flowzus
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Ok, giddy-up
Spurs in my flank, turn my city up
If it's a battle royale, I'm the last one down
'Cause I was made for it, pretty much
I was in the studio when you were elementary
I gotta couple old personas and they dead to me
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
You can say what you say, I aint stressin about
And if I threw shade, I was messin around
You can sit back, learn a lesson or two
Let myself flex when I get in the mood
Let myself breathe, I don't need any feedback
Blowing off steam, made my city a heatmap
Stress up on me, so I made it a rap
And even the artwork slap, show em how to complete that
I'm still diesel, coming out blazing
Demons in the prose and I make it look amazing
People in my scene tryna sign for some green
Demise of a dream
What a time, why you racing?
Slow it down w the alacrity
Focus on the craft, get to know the local faculty
Patient what you have to be
If you did it for the gram, or some fans
Then I think you did it backwardly
Let the porcine fly before I give it up
I impart my vibe with just a little touch
If it's 905, it's no hate
But you stay up out my lane or I'm making you migrate
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
Ok, giddy-up
Spurs in my flank, turn my city up
If it's a battle royale, I'm the last one down
'Cause I was made for it, pretty much
I was in the studio when you were elementary
I gotta couple old personas and they dead to me
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
Ok, giddy-up
Spurs in my flank, turn my city up
If it's a battle royale, I'm the last one down
'Cause I was made for it, pretty much
I was in the studio when you were elementary
I gotta couple old personas and they dead to me
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
You can say what you say, I aint stressin about
And if I threw shade, I was messin around
You can sit back, learn a lesson or two
Let myself flex when I get in the mood
Let myself breathe, I don't need any feedback
Blowing off steam, made my city a heatmap
Stress up on me, so I made it a rap
And even the artwork slap, show em how to complete that
I'm still diesel, coming out blazing
Demons in the prose and I make it look amazing
People in my scene tryna sign for some green
Demise of a dream
What a time, why you racing?
Slow it down w the alacrity
Focus on the craft, get to know the local faculty
Patient what you have to be
If you did it for the gram, or some fans
Then I think you did it backwardly
Let the porcine fly before I give it up
I impart my vibe with just a little touch
If it's 905, it's no hate
But you stay up out my lane or I'm making you migrate
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
Ok, giddy-up
Spurs in my flank, turn my city up
If it's a battle royale, I'm the last one down
'Cause I was made for it, pretty much
I was in the studio when you were elementary
I gotta couple old personas and they dead to me
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
