Pre.S - 60446 (Zeros) Lyrics

F*** all that saving face
I chuck you the bird, 'cause you made a grave mistake
A punk from the burbs has come here to take your place
It's f*** what you heard, nah homie that ain't the rate
A couple more zeros and zeros and zeros and zeros


I ain't have to rap, but I did
That's that
If it's the 8th, I dropped a hit
That's facts
And that's the type of s*** they hate to admit
That tracks
'Cause they wish that they were the people that get
The rewards from all of the s*** that you did
But that ain't the s*** that I'm on
Put in work 'til I'm gone
I don't care if you pay me a cent
'Cause I love the chill of the thrill
When I constantly kill all these rappers, no need to repent
'Cause then again I think that heaven is bent
On taking some people before they was meant
Hoping I never end up one of them
But f*** all that, I'm the one getting 'em sent
Not really a killer, that's simple
But don't get confused by the dimples
Don't entertain fear, that's a b**** move
I pick up careers on an impulse
I got what I want 'cause I went through
Some s*** I don't wanna get into
In all of my songs what I've been through
Get paid off to rant on instrumentals


F*** all that saving face
I chuck you the bird, 'cause you made a grave mistake
A punk from the burbs has come here to take your place
It's f*** what you heard, nah homie that ain't the rate
A couple more zeros and zeros and zeros and zeros
F*** all that saving face
I chuck you the bird, 'cause you made a grave mistake
A punk from the burbs has come here to take your place
It's f*** what you heard, nah homie that ain't the rate
A couple more zeros and zeros and zeros and zeros


My momma know that I been working
Stressed out, stressed out
Name me someone more deserving
Best out, best out
If you wasn't around when I'm hurting
Get left out, left out
Don't come for no piece of the earnings
Get out, get out
I'm switching it
I flip on this s*** like a gymnast
I just wrote a list of some synonyms
For standing on top of our business
Omitting you what our mission is
All the goals on your list you envisioning
It's just me and two fists, yet I'm hitting it
'Cause success is what our definition is
Man I'm stacking up, racking up Benjamins
The top of the top we compete at
The f*** is a rematch
Won't see the day that I need that
Y'all had a dream that
You've written some hits
Where the streams at
I'm sneezing and leaving with 3 slaps dog


F*** all that saving face
I chuck you the bird, 'cause you made a grave mistake
A punk from the burbs has come here to take your place
It's f*** what you heard, nah homie that ain't the rate
A couple more zeros and zeros and zeros and zeros


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