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wya? (freestyle) - eklavya kaushal lyrics

[verse 1]
if it ain’t album art
but i don’t show my face
if you ain’t talking money
then just close the case
y’all do gimmick rap
even yo’ hoes don’t play
capping in the booth
still sound lowercase?

just ’cause you in the party
don’t mean you know the place
50 beats on lease
all of them go to waste
those bars ain’t lit, look like a sober face
whoever hyped you in the studio must be overpaid

b*tch, shut up for a minute ’cause this ain’t no r&b
i don’t do excuses, but you gotta pardon me
switch genres faster than you post yo’ reels
dropped, 3 tapes like seeds
rеally out here, gardening
ain’t seen thе sun in years, for sure, but
all of that dark and cold, definitely hardened me
while you still hearting stories, for a follow back
and your b*tch still posting stories regarding me
[hook]
(please don’t hit me up like, “wya?”)
(don’t ask me for a feature without a bag)
(and please don’t call me “bro”
(like ‘the f*ck is that?)
(we not even friends, like, for real,)

[verse 2}
if the throne with anyone but me
then i think it clearly states as “not taken”
triple*six on they headtop
but my god, b*tch, i don’t pray to satan
ain’t missed once, you must be mis*taken
ain’t really sell my soul, ’cause b*tch, i take ’em
and you could spin the stories, and push agendas
but the confidence in the booth, remains unshaken

it be the same b*tches hating in the comments
who in my dms acting like, they are so proud of me
same b*tches, locked in they burner
spamming my socials, like
“oh, my god, he sounding out of key’
same b*tches, who stay up all night, hating
then be at work, the next day, all out of sleep
same ones, who show up at your mama’s funeral
are always the first ones, to go all out of reach
same ones, you shared bread with
are the same ones, who can’t wait for the day
you go all out of meals
same ones, who made you drown
are the same ones who show up for help
when they tryna pull you out of sea
i’m out here minding business, for real
going title for title, 3 out of 3
i’m still out here shooting back to back 3s
cause your dumbass thought
you don’t need to be gaurding me

- eklavya kaushal lyrics

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