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expert - g-up lyrics

verse 1
well, here i am k!lling rappers and sh-t
only lord knows what i’d say to a b-tch
turn my back with up flip of a switch
i’ll leave you hanging or dead in a ditch
yeah i’m a kid but believe i am rich
got time for my dogs but no time for a b-tch
chose a bad path but i’m skipping the bridge
my heart is so cold, it’s locked in my fridge
was doomed from the start but i paved a way
here i am, livin day to day
tell my demons to go away
and i’m finally saved
from the pain i got, and i’ll save the day
but until that day, i’m locked away
i’m a scholar mate
and i’m writing bars with my paper mate
blowin you all away
and sh-t, i don’t got a paper weight
hand me that bottle
this cup ain’t workin, hand me that bottle
aw, this is aweful
it tastes like a model in a hostel got hostile
or like a whole cattle got coddled and drowned till they toddled
i hobble and write like a novel
i’m an expert and my mind is just boggled
sayin f-ck this debacle
f-ck this debacle
f-ck f-ck f-ck this debacle
i always say lanes switch at the top
it could all go away with the sound of a knock
it’s your pop at your door and he could barely walk
he can barely breathe, he can barely talk
you were goin so fast you could barely stop
your minds racing, should i care or not?
you’re screaming so loud you can’t hear your thoughts
then you wake up, to the phone you hop

verse 2
you say you the homie, but b-tch you don’t know me
go ahead tell the school i’m the one phony
you’re not an “expert”, you rappin to slowly
and nah i ain’t dissin, but look who’s below me
and to everyone mad, i’m tellin y’all blow me
i’m too tall, i’m too slim, and i’m way too bony
i’m taking these digs cause i’m mad and i’m lonely?
every rhyme i kick out, you try to block it, goalie
the rhymes that i’m kicking are way too offensive for all of you b-tches but you dug your ditches
y’all are just senseless, i’m too aggressive, call me forensics, here’s the consensus
these bars are impressive, i swear they’re effective, and sure i’m demented but i got y’all attention
my sh-t be expensive, i just pick up a pencil and write something splendid
f-ck
you talkin and talkin but don’t do no walkin, i swear that i’ll make it on top
had your “ex-girlfriend givin me top” after she said i remind her of pac
i don’t do fighting but if you want smoke you can catch the “glock”
not from me though, i’ll just watch but don’t expect me to stop
you takin these shots and you want me to flop
you want me to fail, you want me to drop
you must want the d-ck, you must want the c-ck
but once i get started, b-tch i won’t stop
you think you’re a rock but b-tch i think not
you’re just the ledge to get the the top
you think you’re my mission but you’re just an op
you’re just a sn-b and i started a mob

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