Got all the kids' attentions like the
Sauciest meme
The biggest fights of world star up on your tv screen
Like the violins of Mozart
Plucking at your heartstrings
The tribes travel miles for the fire that this warrior brings
Ayyyy I'm on some leave em in the dust shit
Grab a mop, clean your house, take your bitch as a tip
Tongue twist her yeah I'm stacking bread up in my family's name
Promise I'll come back, the session's like crack but my
Brain strained lame to say fame's f*ckin scary, more
Flow than poppin cherries in a f*cking monastery
A primate, this prime ape, gonna come for, your loose change
Like hobos, in broad day, I'll shit on, your mixtape, don't
Be late
Born to be a loner
And everybody hating so it's hard to keep composure
I swear these f*cking bars could turn some gold out of a boulder cold
Shoulder, growin older, flow bender, ice colder now
Say it
Yeah that's what I thought
Call up 47 square you up n run your f*ckin block
Body's broken mind is smoked this rapping shit is all I got
Your music like a silencer, nobody really listening when your
Shit pops, bitch get dropped, sick of
Questioning if DMT or vertigo at fault for all my
Wicked premonitions of setting a soul aglisten with this
Pistol if I mention my PO gonna take offensive
The vocals straight malaria
Step up I'll step ya 6 feet down and bury ya
Beginner shit I bet your whole team gotta carry ya
Build that f*cking wall between us watch me break the barriers that
Hungry twitch, watch the
Flow switch, like I'm
Bruce Willis, hardly
Dying bitch, in my
House alone, never known like a father left
Goin deaf, I keep it lowkey like a bass clef
Honestly, writing bars is easy,
Use it to distract myself from life in a hole, f*ckin
Strive for the gold, describing strife to a shrink, tried to
Give me medication to stop overthinking but the
Sad truth is they looked better in the sink, and I
Rap better when I wanna blow my f*ckin brains out, and
That'll be here any day now, so hold your breath and count to death you
Scared little bitch I'm never fearing what's next
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Got all the kids' attentions like the
Sauciest meme
The biggest fights of world star up on your tv screen
Like the violins of Mozart
Plucking at your heartstrings
The tribes travel miles for the fire that this warrior brings
Ayyyy I'm on some leave em in the dust shit
Grab a mop, clean your house, take your bitch as a tip
Tongue twist her yeah I'm stacking bread up in my family's name
Promise I'll come back, the session's like crack but my
Brain strained lame to say fame's f*ckin scary, more
Flow than poppin cherries in a f*cking monastery
A primate, this prime ape, gonna come for, your loose change
Like hobos, in broad day, I'll shit on, your mixtape, don't
Be late
Born to be a loner
And everybody hating so it's hard to keep composure
I swear these f*cking bars could turn some gold out of a boulder cold
Shoulder, growin older, flow bender, ice colder now
Say it
Yeah that's what I thought
Call up 47 square you up n run your f*ckin block
Body's broken mind is smoked this rapping shit is all I got
Your music like a silencer, nobody really listening when your
Shit pops, bitch get dropped, sick of
Questioning if DMT or vertigo at fault for all my
Wicked premonitions of setting a soul aglisten with this
Pistol if I mention my PO gonna take offensive
The vocals straight malaria
Step up I'll step ya 6 feet down and bury ya
Beginner shit I bet your whole team gotta carry ya
Build that f*cking wall between us watch me break the barriers that
Hungry twitch, watch the
Flow switch, like I'm
Bruce Willis, hardly
Dying bitch, in my
House alone, never known like a father left
Goin deaf, I keep it lowkey like a bass clef
Honestly, writing bars is easy,
Use it to distract myself from life in a hole, f*ckin
Strive for the gold, describing strife to a shrink, tried to
Give me medication to stop overthinking but the
Sad truth is they looked better in the sink, and I
Rap better when I wanna blow my f*ckin brains out, and
That'll be here any day now, so hold your breath and count to death you
Scared little bitch I'm never fearing what's next
Sauciest meme
The biggest fights of world star up on your tv screen
Like the violins of Mozart
Plucking at your heartstrings
The tribes travel miles for the fire that this warrior brings
Ayyyy I'm on some leave em in the dust shit
Grab a mop, clean your house, take your bitch as a tip
Tongue twist her yeah I'm stacking bread up in my family's name
Promise I'll come back, the session's like crack but my
Brain strained lame to say fame's f*ckin scary, more
Flow than poppin cherries in a f*cking monastery
A primate, this prime ape, gonna come for, your loose change
Like hobos, in broad day, I'll shit on, your mixtape, don't
Be late
Born to be a loner
And everybody hating so it's hard to keep composure
I swear these f*cking bars could turn some gold out of a boulder cold
Shoulder, growin older, flow bender, ice colder now
Say it
Yeah that's what I thought
Call up 47 square you up n run your f*ckin block
Body's broken mind is smoked this rapping shit is all I got
Your music like a silencer, nobody really listening when your
Shit pops, bitch get dropped, sick of
Questioning if DMT or vertigo at fault for all my
Wicked premonitions of setting a soul aglisten with this
Pistol if I mention my PO gonna take offensive
The vocals straight malaria
Step up I'll step ya 6 feet down and bury ya
Beginner shit I bet your whole team gotta carry ya
Build that f*cking wall between us watch me break the barriers that
Hungry twitch, watch the
Flow switch, like I'm
Bruce Willis, hardly
Dying bitch, in my
House alone, never known like a father left
Goin deaf, I keep it lowkey like a bass clef
Honestly, writing bars is easy,
Use it to distract myself from life in a hole, f*ckin
Strive for the gold, describing strife to a shrink, tried to
Give me medication to stop overthinking but the
Sad truth is they looked better in the sink, and I
Rap better when I wanna blow my f*ckin brains out, and
That'll be here any day now, so hold your breath and count to death you
Scared little bitch I'm never fearing what's next
Writer: Evan Ballenger
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