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no hook - fpc kevin lyrics

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(verse 1)
bout to snap like a motherf-ckin turtle
got shipwrecked cause life full of hurdles
i’m still the captain of my ship tho
saw where i wanted to be
gonna get there one day

no wack -ss rapper will stop me
not even cringy dax, only speaking fax
i’m calculating my moves like i’m in math cl-ss
you hear my music that sh-t go full blast

i studied the greats
this rap sh-t isn’t foreign to me
i just let my thoughts roam freely
not gonna let salty -ss motherf-ckers
tell me what to have in my music anymore

f-ck that, my pen gripped and not holding back
i’m on a whole different vibe yeah, i’m too alive
yeah, had to cut a few of you off
i’m sick of your bullsh-t now i got the semi
with a full clip

you wanna battle me, let’s do this
wait sike nah, don’t wanna ruin you
i’ve been perfecting my craft
staying away from others call me the outkast

i’m really better than these fools
if only they knew, i could spit too
i’m sorry ms. jackson, so many bodies on the scene
did this with no effort like tee grizzley

word to g, they been telling me to calm down
cause i feel like i’m coldest rapper in town
yeah i know this kinda c-cky
everyone tryna stop me, but trust me
i can cook you up like stir fry without the teriyaki

might as well call up bobby
he got that boomtrap protocol
to destroy anyone as a hobby
this just the pregame, a lil warmup
i ain’t gonna stop rappin till my times up

(verse 2)

woah yeah okay i am not done
i’m having lots of fun
a lot of you rappers is dumb
stop clout chasing, like a bum

i’m the man with the plan
started music for a reason
the pen hits the pad with precision
y’all just hate cause it’s another dry season

i stepped in the game, hi how are you
i’m never gonna change
sh-tting on you rappers, marking my d-mn territory
i’m here tellin my story and then some

these girls really tried to bring me down
played me for a fool, used me like a tool
but what doesn’t k!ll you, makes you stronger
they gon be calling once i blow, it’s whatever

i stay independent,so these labels don’t collect my ransoms
if i was you, i wouldn’t catch these hands
b-tch i’m a blair, we will rip apart your glands
now please gimme my award for being the f-ckin bad-ss of the year

- fpc kevin lyrics

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