Drop the creamer in that b#tch, real sugar f#ck splenda
No heat, yo drop season a cold winter
So bitta pretentious n#gg#s wanna be realer
Hello kitty fashion killa, bedroom rapper no one flows illa
Light one for dilla, another one for nujabes
6 additional for the villain, i wear influences on my sleeves
Embedded in me, im a beacon
Ima dream, im a god, ima king, it ain’t a thing b#tch
Why these n#gg#s on my dick wit no pause
Double cross, then double back, get slapped by the hand of god
Bbrrraaat
Lil b#tch i showed yall rap
Ay who know around this b#tch, flow this cold on tracks?
I see you got a little buzz now yo bros all gassеd
Better fly low, ill still get u stung wit a gat
Who told you suck a dick with thе passion of an activist
It’s cake b#tch, the livin antithesis to a pacifist, yo
b#tch
b#tch
b#tch
b#tch
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