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[intro]
h*llo, my name is ty*
good morning!
*coughing
good afternoon, good evening
who am i!?
goodnight
back on my bullsh*t
back on my bullsh*t, motherf*ckers
ooooo! again!
pull up your pants and listen
ahhh, what?
*clears throat
yo, what?

[verse 1]
you look like waluigi
while he’s eating wild zucchini
f*ck a treat, i’m tryna beat it
feeding evil demons p*n*s
you sucking jesus wiener
i be feeling extra g*nius
steamy shortys sip
and strip off garments made of all supreme
call me the sargent in department
of the kief enlargement
legal teams is easy tarnished
arm and hammer feeble offers
i’m in a large apartment
balling with a falling conscious
father, stop! he’s hardly cautious
wash the f*cking oval office

[chorus]
back on my rhymes
banking the sh*t
back on my grind
’bout to get rich
back of the bus
bumping the hits
back of the wood
blowing the swish

[verse 2]
throwing flows that’s never stolen
golden rhymes get grown in motion
floating over trolling ghosts
known to cause commotion
i’m on the open ocean
fiending for some hoes to open
up they dreamy holes for me
to take my hose and f*ckin probe em
i’m dripping lightning syrup
light the blunt then lightly stir it
fight with cinderella man
tonight i’m needing righteous courage
i’m on the mic returning
vibed the grind, i liked it, learned it
lest you l*sting after me, i’d love it if we lunched in person

[chorus]
back on my rhymes
banking the sh*t
back on my grind
’bout to get rich
back of the bus
bumping the hits
back of the wood
blowing the swish

[verse 3]
ant*man on advil
can’t stand he too ill
don’t panic just plan it
make sure his tooth heal
i’m two up, you do squeal
lil’ pig boy want a booth deal
prove it, all yo bars is a mood k!ll
forced the blue, that’s a truth pill
hard to swallow, not your art
that’s hard to follow
now your heartbeat full of sorrow
drive slow
(drive slow)
you looking bleached, that’s vitiligo
yes i am a villain, i know
flipped the script, i gripped a tit
i skipped the b*tch and now i hit a model
bravo
losing record, i’m two for five
need two of them to keep choosing right
and i’m too divine, who am i?
b*tch, who are you? don’t scrutinize
i’m frugal, right? plant the seed
you’ll have fruit in time, can’t you see?
this ain’t fruit you buy, fruit you grow
now that’s food for life
here’s food for thought
most of y’all get screwed and chopped
lose a lot, cause you hoot a lot
i hoot to spit, y’all round the clock
tryna get down on a mountain top
looking like a clown who frown at opps
surround the block, now bouncing rock
mind can’t see through the clouded fog
wow, he dropped
cream of the crop but acting whack
dream of the top? don’t ask me that
been popping off, tabasco jack
long hair like i’m legolas
long stare she forgot her man
long last now she stay attached
wrong move got you praying fast
don’t pray to god, pray i’m back
b*tch

[chorus]
back on my rhymes
banking the sh*t
back on my grind
’bout to get rich
back of the bus
bumping the hits
back of the wood
blowing the swish

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