Ain’t a damn thing change
But the game still gritty
All i need is two pairs
One pair, a pair a t#tt#es
And my audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
I be looking back on when i wasn’t holding much, much
Just me and my nuts, nuts
Looking for a bus, bus
Round here round these hours
Must be looking for a rush, rush
Yeah i seen it all, it all i do not go discuss
Trust
I dont have it lush, lush
Im still in the brush
Nappy hair wit cuts
In my brow, i wild out, what
Yeah im loud, i shout out, f#ck
I dont bow down for no bucks
But im bound to have to enough
To build a berger, by the bushes
Flip a bird to any trump
While im flippin all these patties
You can have it how you want
The lines across your screen causing static in the front
Automatic or the pump
Waiting hazard for a chump
Rather give it to the range
But these rabbits wanna jump
Its a rap for any rapper
Period, time of the month pick еm up, but he ain’t drunk
Seriously im on fire likе im 4 for 4 wit dunks
If you 6 foot 4 or higher, i would still say try ya luck, wassup
Ain’t a damn thing change
But the game still gritty
All i need is two pairs
One pair, a pair a t#tt#es
And my audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
Just, me and my radio, im LL cool
Eqolouent and big elephant, need elbow room
Ego, yeah i got hell of it, but ‘rillo smooth
You know the swisher pack, single wrapped, mello dude
They call me high yellow too
Crooked tooth
5’11 in shoes
Still pull a 9 or better, wit ooze
Still got the juice, your boo is amused
Still choose, now your boo is my muse
Still lose, if you’re racing to cruise
Still pacing like i’m chasing a rocket
They still like, you still indie?
While few pennies is outweighing they pockets
Its adding up
Im compounding my profits
But stop the lesson
What im tryna kick knowledge from my possession?
Its demon time when im possessing the weapon
See my reflection in the mirror’s what they scared of
Its misdirection
Ill put the hex on em
Leave nothing but some stress for them
If you smell what im cooking
But the rock not wrestling
Ain’t a damn thing change
But the game still gritty
All i need is two pairs
One pair, a pair a t#tt#es
And my audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
My audio, my city
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