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(txxmyboy)
look, i got

fake motherf-ckers who hop on the trend

when it die out, name is what they defend

album comes out when i feel like it’s time

lyrical g*nius i fabricate rhymes

f-cking the track up should count as a crime

don’t be disturbing if y’all wanna whine

i’m like the sun, i be bright cause i shine

b-tch you be tripping, stop drinking the wine

bunch of motherf-ckers tryna bring up the past now

look at my clout, that sh-t gonna be maxed out

spit like a rifle, i’m putting the mags down

2 minute track, in the bed what you last, wow

uh

olive oil extra virgin

causing mayhem, putting out a diversion

rap god, make it my own, a conversion

making me stop, but that sh-t is coercion

hook:

meenie, miney, i’ve been going, off

asian rapper, got the f-cking, sauce

not the best, i’m always working, up

i’ve been getting, and i’m going, top

you be salty cause you took the, loss

now the haters gone be calling me

i’ve been loyal with my honesty

i don’t flex, but got no modesty

i don’t flex but got no modesty

all these labels i say namaste

in the rap game, you know imma stay

slow and steady gonna win the race

calming down, i’m gonna meditate

angry f-ckers always take the bait

all you garbage, i’m not gonna rate

separation, the united states

always gotta talk, but you never doing sh-t tho

calling on my phone, you be guided like a missile

i don’t wanna talk, you transparent like crystal

triggered as f-ck, then go talk to the wrist hoe

(sakif)

all these, fake mothaf-ckas they hop on the trend

dollars on dollars, yeah, that sh-t they spend

tommy and sakif, we on the ascend

all these fake rappers, they hit a dead end, uh

pockets khaled, big, big, uh

vvs, on wrist

mumble mumble, whack sh-t

rap game we rigged

we the ones, only ones, runnin’ this sh-t, like

we the best, no less, make you f-ckin’ quit

pull up like rambo, shots don’t miss

straight out the cut, b-tch, straight out the slit

slaying this beat it might need a st-tch

feel like jaden, i’m a misfit, like

18, with a dream

yeah, you know i spit clean

b-tch i pull with the mic

fall in love with billie jean

yeah there’s music in my genes

put myself on the scene

on the rise motherf-cker

like i’m made outta yeast

b-tch, i work hard, business be, boomin’ like i’m metro

can’t afford designer, but i’m always rockin’ retro

flowin’ on you f-ckers, yeah, i left the beat cutthroat, uh

brown boy, straight from the east, end

st. mich, don’t play, pull up, make your shorty bend

that’s yo’ girl?… she’s my best friend

gang up, next, all this sh-t, was god’s plan, yuh

asian b-tch, lookin’ hentai

yea the ting, call me senpai

dagger, stab her, like a samurai

yeah, my katana, she ride ride

i ain’t gone’ switch, for no hoe

get the bag, by myself

don’t need no help, no, no

only do it for my bros

only for the 4

only k!ll my foes right now

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