Don't let everything die
Cause honey you know I never lied to you
We throw the beauty in my life, hit the mic, tell the lights out
Bent the rock, played us in the white house
When his wife's out, I got that good shit
Good shit, just program with them orange faves
People say to yours tastes like a wood shit
Drinking, push it, million dollar rapid
D.P.I.C.C. on the mic
Like all the sloppy life, the brothers push wack
Papa put his cock and mama's push back
It's everyday, the doc's on my face
I tried to push back, wear helmets on all lids
I'm all rich, broken, I'm an angel of death
Adapt to take it with the poor good
What gives, every friend's offense
Y'all biz, phone is phishing in the dolphins
You mermaid, Satan verb ain't relevant
It's like using dog back
Picking up the turd of an elephant
Say you ain't feeling it, you're full of shit
Felling it, wipe off and shut your mic off
Before I yell at it
Don't let everything die
You know I see it, it could be your last crit
Living in the past kid
Don't let everything die
You want to try and take the class, get your PhD
Oh, don't let everything die
You know I see it, it's more than I can talk about
You see it, it's a strict
Don't let everything die
You know I just want to call this big crap
So I got a PhD
And the verbal studies having fun
So I said fuck it, let me join in
No avoiding it, avoiding it, let the static run
Ah, these half a ton rappers claiming they're ready
I'll have the sun wrapped around my neck
Chained getting heavy, I got the planets
Aligning with the planet, designing the heaven
Standing in line to see me rain
And it rhyming, they gasping you up
With all those additives lying, you buying that shit
What kind of fucking planet am I, and I'm off that
Respect it, and respect it
It's nothing left of the rest
I fucking call this song, getting it next
I got that shit to make them fucking feel
Something deep and something real
Surface level rappers
Wonder why they don't fucking appeal
We give them real shit, real shit
I want to be that rapper that they feel like
They can go get a meal with
Or split a cab with
My mother called me Chris
I give a fuck about this rap shit
Do you want to call it a split grass
zi got my Phd
Yeah they cuz think it be your last teen
Living in their past kids
Do you want to call it a split grass
Do you want to don't coins you
Do you want to call it a split grass
Do you want to call it a split grass
I got my Phd
You want to call it a split grass
Do you want to call it a split grass
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Your last quits livin' in the past, kid
Don't let him move back down
Do you want to try and take the class, get your PhD?
Don't let him move back down
Do you want to see any more when I can pop out and leave you seein' asterisks?
Don't let him move back down
Do you want to come and spit your rats, I got a PhD
Do you want to come and spit your rats, I got a PhD
