Moi, je suis majesty
Daupe like a French Pope, gold with the AU
Got em saying "play through," tell me what is par for the course
Ponyboy kick hard like a small horse
Good lord, just signed my divorce papers
Sea salt, got nothing but love for my haters, yeah
Y'all made me what I am and I never was a fan of the motherf*cking Pacers, nah
Too slow, too slow, gotta move fast
When you never got no breaks, roadblocks in my face
Tall shots I would take, tall costs that I paid
Y'all lost but you played, want a trophy cuz you particpate
What you know about life/death
Not shit, what you know about pain
Every step that feeling like it's gonna break
What you know about losing all your weight in only 10 days
Same person got left on the shelf, had to work for possession of the rest of himself, uh
Right time, wrong place, all day, no file found, forgot to save
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
Moi, je suis majesty
Hiding dope from the popo
Tell me what you know about them Lil Debbie HoHos
Me, I got photos
That diabetic aesthetic collecting skin and bones
Cobwebs on projects and concepts
Ironic nonsense, fam
Pop up, lock up, talk shop on topics they ain't understand why
Visions of nothing, I need it I want it
A Sunday with sand in a glassful
Accelerate everything, gone in a moment
You puppets with hands in your assholes
Proof in the pudding, I wouldn't be pushing but temperature's rising too fast though
Icicles melting, my feet in a fountain, been speaking in tongues like a Baptist
Losing its traction, none of us had it
Shit was all plastic
Put us in classes then try to mask it
What they keep asking, what even happened
What is the caption
We need a classic, Houdini magic
Pillars and passion, gimme the backspin
Prodigy, Havoc
Sound like the masses been studying Mr. Bombastic
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
The f*ck out my face
The f*ck out my face
Daupe
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Moi, je suis majesty
Daupe like a French Pope, gold with the AU
Got em saying "play through," tell me what is par for the course
Ponyboy kick hard like a small horse
Good lord, just signed my divorce papers
Sea salt, got nothing but love for my haters, yeah
Y'all made me what I am and I never was a fan of the motherf*cking Pacers, nah
Too slow, too slow, gotta move fast
When you never got no breaks, roadblocks in my face
Tall shots I would take, tall costs that I paid
Y'all lost but you played, want a trophy cuz you particpate
What you know about life/death
Not shit, what you know about pain
Every step that feeling like it's gonna break
What you know about losing all your weight in only 10 days
Same person got left on the shelf, had to work for possession of the rest of himself, uh
Right time, wrong place, all day, no file found, forgot to save
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
Moi, je suis majesty
Hiding dope from the popo
Tell me what you know about them Lil Debbie HoHos
Me, I got photos
That diabetic aesthetic collecting skin and bones
Cobwebs on projects and concepts
Ironic nonsense, fam
Pop up, lock up, talk shop on topics they ain't understand why
Visions of nothing, I need it I want it
A Sunday with sand in a glassful
Accelerate everything, gone in a moment
You puppets with hands in your assholes
Proof in the pudding, I wouldn't be pushing but temperature's rising too fast though
Icicles melting, my feet in a fountain, been speaking in tongues like a Baptist
Losing its traction, none of us had it
Shit was all plastic
Put us in classes then try to mask it
What they keep asking, what even happened
What is the caption
We need a classic, Houdini magic
Pillars and passion, gimme the backspin
Prodigy, Havoc
Sound like the masses been studying Mr. Bombastic
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
The f*ck out my face
The f*ck out my face
Daupe
Daupe like a French Pope, gold with the AU
Got em saying "play through," tell me what is par for the course
Ponyboy kick hard like a small horse
Good lord, just signed my divorce papers
Sea salt, got nothing but love for my haters, yeah
Y'all made me what I am and I never was a fan of the motherf*cking Pacers, nah
Too slow, too slow, gotta move fast
When you never got no breaks, roadblocks in my face
Tall shots I would take, tall costs that I paid
Y'all lost but you played, want a trophy cuz you particpate
What you know about life/death
Not shit, what you know about pain
Every step that feeling like it's gonna break
What you know about losing all your weight in only 10 days
Same person got left on the shelf, had to work for possession of the rest of himself, uh
Right time, wrong place, all day, no file found, forgot to save
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
Moi, je suis majesty
Hiding dope from the popo
Tell me what you know about them Lil Debbie HoHos
Me, I got photos
That diabetic aesthetic collecting skin and bones
Cobwebs on projects and concepts
Ironic nonsense, fam
Pop up, lock up, talk shop on topics they ain't understand why
Visions of nothing, I need it I want it
A Sunday with sand in a glassful
Accelerate everything, gone in a moment
You puppets with hands in your assholes
Proof in the pudding, I wouldn't be pushing but temperature's rising too fast though
Icicles melting, my feet in a fountain, been speaking in tongues like a Baptist
Losing its traction, none of us had it
Shit was all plastic
Put us in classes then try to mask it
What they keep asking, what even happened
What is the caption
We need a classic, Houdini magic
Pillars and passion, gimme the backspin
Prodigy, Havoc
Sound like the masses been studying Mr. Bombastic
Why they always make us pass em in the far right lane
You could grease the chambers if you just used my brain
Hotboxing, keep moving my pace
Y'all don't like it, get the f*ck up out of my face
The f*ck out my face
The f*ck out my face
Daupe
Writer: sloe pink
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