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Yeah
Turned up, man
Woah
Ayy, I'm the man with the mind like a quarterback
I manage plans on artifacts
I'm too ever clear, I got the rawest raps
Can never fear ya, tear you all the scraps
If she on the knees, she can swallow that
I don't read up my feeds, but I follow back
I give a damn what you need, tell her holla back
Now she giving top, ain't no bottle cap
I supply the tracks with the hottest raps
Smoking Russian diesel, eating sour patch
A lone wolf, but I rule the pack
Wait, how was that
Guess I always get the dollar stack
Guess I always get the dollar stack
Since Ms. McCloud had a lotta ass
Wait, blast off outta space
Off, moon rocks to the face
Off, THC from the vape
Off, Superman without a cape
Off, no time to wait, I just take
Off, rappers is fake nowadays
Lost, caught up in all of my ways
Boss, passing super lemon
Haze off, counting the blessings
The rest is just lessons
The lion is out of the cage
I'm flipping and tearing the page
Off, I don't wanna settle for
Minimum wage job
Nah, my ego feel bigger when I'm on the stage
Pause, right when you thought it was over
Look over your shoulder like we on the way
My flow is consistently guiding the waves
Off, I cannot play
Off, my style is impressive
Applying the pressure
I'm way too invested for days
Off
Moonlight, I still got my shades on
Faded outside of my brain thoughts
Heavy intention for greatness
It ain't no debating, I'm melting your face
Off, y'all talking tough, but y'all swaying
Soft, I just came back for Tyson's
But can I recall what I bought at the kiosk
I'm setting a boss, we meet at the top
Then prepare for a great fall