Ugh!
Blah blah blah!
You don’t f#ck with me now
You can’t f#ck with me later
Snitches get you stitches
Not condoning that behavior
Had to draw the line where I’m at it’s not a tracer
Playing with them tools you can call me Tim Taylor
Punching in these lines like a fiend for the white
Your music alright
But it’s not getting hype
Im a end your life, might be on site
My wheels turning
And you never will forget it like you learn to ride a bike
Speakers been pounding
It’s gonna come together with the lyrics I’m compounding
I can ghost write for you and you
When I got my handy notеbook I ain’t talking Blues Clues
Always been the hardеst
Just getting started
Departed, your music stinks like armpits
Garbage, just another human in the system call me Jarvis
All about my self guess I’m just a narcissist
Yeah I’m slumping
Straight slumping
Music slumping
Yeah it’s nothing
Look
This where I stand
My flow Everlast like the boxing brand
Come again, look at me what they wanted to be
I’m spitting frees
Getting cheddar with my craft
You would think I’m getting mac and cheese
And since I was a kid
I went from poking slugs with a stick
To moving slugs out of sticks
Now ain’t that some sh#t
My life getting f#cked from a b#tch
This is what it is
I feel immortal
Can’t see me coming like a stepped through a portal
Believe me, this might give you heebie jeebies
The finest, yeah my music got touch like Midas
Your boy noise real rare
Shoot shots if you dare
Just know I ain’t scared
I don’t really care
I don’t think that your aware
Yeah spitting that fire you would think that it’s a flare
Yeah I’m slumping
Straight slumping
Music slumping
Yeah it’s nothing
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