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[verse: phoenix rivera]
zero
zero handouts yet to be given
i did this on my own but i’m only keepin’ a percentage
one
one god to thank for how i’m livin’
but where i wanna go takes more than holy intercession
two
two things that’s on my mind
the shawty that i get to call mine and dollar signs
three weeks until i fly over
four parents i gotta support them and
five fingers for a slap on your hiney if you aren’t cordial
ball so hard, still a youngin, call me michael porter
flow too quick, perfection got me movin’ like a turtle
take a portal to another dimension, gainin’ ascension
we outta this world but let’s save that for another convеntion
but it’s me, shake my hand, big daddy pho understand
i’m thе man, i’m the sh*t, like i finished eatin’ some bran
fans a gang, not a clan, got green on me, peter pan
gettin’ collections when you hear my sh*t, call me uncle sam
i can slap you up like jackie chan
don’t dap me up wit yo other hand
she can back it up like a moving van
my verses be on high demand
to xfinity from ’01
who’s better than me? no one
to the fallen we go pour one
gotta goal on my mind we gon’ get it done
ain’t gonna stop till we get that number one
from the fox theater to the london
from the bill graham to the nissan
and everywhere else in between cause we
dominatin’ and it’s (global)
tossin’ racks like it’s normal
moved in silence now we vocal
and i got this track on my shoulders (sh*t)
yo favorite rapper i been adjacent
feelin’ too high still in the bas*m*nt
you wanna hate but i’m in your playlist
yo b*tch’s p*ssy kilt it like jason
i’m chasin’ that paper i’m gettin’ that payment
and blowin’ it all just look at the statement
got all this style it’s like bad irrigation
no frustration got trues with me no buffoonery
can’t tell me how to rap b*tch, who are you to me
all your whinin’ got me cheesin’ like some good f*ckin’ charcuterie
did this sh*t on my own, didn’t need no one to tutor me
i’m a finisher if you need someone to k!ll a track, i do the deed
hearin’ waterfalls every time i see a b*tch in my vicinity
and she make me shoot my kids like them white boys on a k!llin’ spree
put me on any instrumental, i can murder anything
leave these other rappers on the floor
sorry for littering them b*tches
let ’em sink like dirty dishes
got ’em weak like torn meniscus
shawty a snack like some of those fishes
she drank my nut up mmm delicious
gave her d*ck but with permission
want some more? i take commissions
gettin’ teed up like some lipton
shoot my shot, i’m never missin’
i’m too good but y’all don’t listen
goal one is to get dumb rich like that one b*tch last name tipton
me and nate a pair of kings like he jordan and i’m his pippen
goal number two is go for gold like every mornin’ when i’m p*ssin’
goal three is to get bread for my family cause our time is tickin’
tryin’ to make their lives stress free, ain’t no one i’m jippin’
goal four get me and shawty a crib, three baths two kitchens and
goal five is to be the greatest who done ​ever done did it dumb b*tch, it’s feezy
[outro: phoenix rivera]
(yeah, yeah
you already know who it is
it’s your boy phoenix
tryna talk my sh*t this time
and every single time i step up
it’s just the beginning f.a.n.s.)

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