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mandate rollout. - trophy lyrics

verse 1

collosal mind sp*ce, immortal high taste
a pull out my ace …of spade , pragmatic slum race
that’s more haste , brain hogging the pace , i’m scoresasee with directing the lace
you more tracy , little man you a fake

you only matter when your body lifeless , solidify you righteous, all the hearts that you can touch , exclude the midas
they only block us when they really sign us (sinus)
the cloth synonymous, but you design it
borderline your highness , behind us

the deft nature of my stature gorgeous
it’s tipping over all the stars that gave us signs and they really tore us (taurus )
the transition of the world order , they couldn’t give it to us straight , they drop the money , so we bending over
for the record cause a b*tterfly effect , your shallow mind cannot detach * the confines are rather deft
i’m a slave to my distress and i can awfully attest * it overshadows intellect but i defy to be oppressed

nonetheless, i be going in hard
like a p*rnstar but mostly i just speak from my heart
it really breaks me when they separate the man from the art
my wave is coming in a moment hope you building your ark

hook
capacity finna rise when we slide
we not some other guys , tell em that we ride
tell me that we ride
tell em that we ride for each other

verse 2

it’s the prophet of the modern day religion
prolly tipping all the scales beyond the pale like eddie griffin
ironic how know a lot but struggle how to fit in
they say it’s marathon not a race but i run em out of business

is the afterlife a promise
cause i’m tryina spark a change before i sleep inside a coffin
my brain is too atomic
if i put it up for sale , half the world would love to cop it
this the making of a profit (prophet)
here’s a topic huh
spit a couples words and it’s mass reduction
i don’t use a coffin , cringeworthy swear to god my pen disgusting
i wanna get it all until it’s nothing , ain’t no further fussing , cuffing on my baby like my name was justin

i be the future though
it’s just in (justin) that you see my point like janet jackson scandal at the super bowl
i hope you figure though , these record labels k!ll ambitious rappers go and ask around fifi cooper knows

hook
capacity finna rise when we slide
we not some other guys , tell em that we ride
tell me that we ride
tell em that we ride for each other

- trophy lyrics

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