Fuck your walled in spit dimensions
To fit in I, gotta show fitteds, be slow witted
Ballin for attention, Haulin shit I’m renting
Just so I’m able to have labels Callin for my benching
Got no fake claims in ink, no great chains in links
No weight gains from drink, But I do take aim at inc’s
Who put up puppets who dub shit for club bitch
Who’s fame claim is “I’m a dream
Who Obama seen as a foreign economy”
I take shits with better sounds
Fuck how your berretta grounds, my vendetta hounds
So I buck then tuck in, slam the door shut and
Embed a clown under redder grounds
Fuck that my mind is Aquinas
During the dark ages
Goal to mark pages that my heart glazes
But with no ears to hear, its art wasted
I still hark rage this
Is not how I want to illuminate, so I’ll spill booms ‘n bass
Doom your fate cause all you talk is kill, shrooms, and hate
I like to think saying what matters gets my pockets fatter
Now in reality salary be the only mentality
That powers be instilled in fake villains and sour gs
While cowards see record sales despite hecklor’s mail
And directors veil what wreck whore feel
For a rap vid that vexed, bored, failed
Scan fads for the next sure trail
So fat cats stack and don’t perplex more males
And whack tracks avoid trash pails
I could join em and talk how I hold my heat to moles in streets
Wanna control the weak but still molded by tweaks
Follow regs with hollow heads that grow old in weeks
Should I do what I’m told to speak?
This song just feels super weak
To fit in I, gotta show fitteds, be slow witted
Ballin for attention, Haulin shit I’m renting
Just so I’m able to have labels Callin for my benching
Got no fake claims in ink, no great chains in links
No weight gains from drink, But I do take aim at inc’s
Who put up puppets who dub shit for club bitch
Who’s fame claim is “I’m a dream
Who Obama seen as a foreign economy”
I take shits with better sounds
Fuck how your berretta grounds, my vendetta hounds
So I buck then tuck in, slam the door shut and
Embed a clown under redder grounds
Fuck that my mind is Aquinas
During the dark ages
Goal to mark pages that my heart glazes
But with no ears to hear, its art wasted
I still hark rage this
Is not how I want to illuminate, so I’ll spill booms ‘n bass
Doom your fate cause all you talk is kill, shrooms, and hate
I like to think saying what matters gets my pockets fatter
Now in reality salary be the only mentality
That powers be instilled in fake villains and sour gs
While cowards see record sales despite hecklor’s mail
And directors veil what wreck whore feel
For a rap vid that vexed, bored, failed
Scan fads for the next sure trail
So fat cats stack and don’t perplex more males
And whack tracks avoid trash pails
I could join em and talk how I hold my heat to moles in streets
Wanna control the weak but still molded by tweaks
Follow regs with hollow heads that grow old in weeks
Should I do what I’m told to speak?
This song just feels super weak
( Nxahh )
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