But I can't help but get losing times, man, it's just the tweets, the bases, if you keep
calling me, man, yeah, look, it ain't no stop in my progression, I'm waiting for you,
hey, the haters on my way and stay fresher than peppermint, mind keep racing, thought
700 horsepower couldn't see me with late six, elements that I'm great over bases, put your
faith in my CLA-6, and I see the finish line, finish line when I'm done, but now smoke a
little treat, sip a little wine, ain't no words for my kind, cause I'm uncatic of rise,
hey man, I ride and vibe, I ain't spending money, money, pushing pies, besides a bunch
of other niggas did it, I'm big on my differentness, you ain't below a stick of that pith of
this, get that paper clip, hey, look, my mind filled with flows when I roam here, squished,
got a sleep on plastic, it's the piths.
I saw a nozzle-kingly still, it's like Cobb headphone, hey man, I saw a nozzle-kingly still,
it's like Cobb Jas, like Cobb
with the world always
still a nigga strut
nigga what, nigga what
yo, script so plus so tough
in the cup with a stout rap
this money you can count that
and I ain't even bound that they label me at
yo, outcast
we're still a nigga outlast
without the staff, we're stingy with the cash
never trendy with the gab, my whole aura is iced out
I'm shining like a hundred wide
record with the lights out on my page
something space-aged, solar power
no constanets and vowels, all my shit like
even vowels, hope you heard
I could give a turd with date thought
never coolin' with tunes, keep it rooted in
rainbow, no comedy
I'ma keep it real, die on
I believe, shoot it to your straight
it's like archery, bullseye, my first shot
flow with just dribble, need a bebble
a burp claw, insert to hard work
to be enjoyed or hurt you
I'm a full calf rock, I got a bad
bop and a beast like ad rock
nobody on my team, pen and pad
the mascot, I'm chasing that dream
with 1816s
can't do them so straight, I can't lean
I'm trying to write my wrongs
and write my songs, but since life ain't longer
leave a mighty footprint
and an eternal stench
but dawg, I'm born in these harmonies
but look them drums, keep calling me
hey man, I'm all the way
and never halfway
partially, I'll do it for a scratch
gotta thank the most high for this day
I'm on my A game
but ad war with the world
always
still a n***a strud
n***a what, n***a what
yo, script so flash, so tough
a new cut with a stop wrap
this money, you can count that
and I ain't even round that, they label me a
that's not a song, not so ugly
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
still it's like concrete
concrete
I wish me y'all, cause I've been at y'all lately, lately, ladies and gentlemen
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