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Yeah
I'ma rock the Gas Drawls cap til the mane grow back
Deadpan stare plus the face gone blank
On my old head shtick every flex make a crack
Throw the bedpan at em if he claim that I rap
Don't compare me to this one or that kid
Grown and I been there and back, can't pinpoint an accent
Flow's Red and Gold, time'll show if the mask fit
Goal's to be dope from to the crib to the casket
Tisket a-tasket, I'll piss in ya basket
Of dreams bout amassing the blings come from passion
Y'all know what we want
The keys to the mansion, the flashiest fashion, the whips
Plus a view of the beach from the porch
Ya must oughta have it already, ya rap bout it 24/7 on coke
The truth is you broke
And bad bitches laugh when they pass you
They love a good joke
Give a fuck bout these playlists these rap niggas rabid to land in
For every plant wishin an industry backing them
Premium package deals, ten AI niggas gon snatch that shit out from up under then
Drop a few classics, ain't worried bout masters
What good is a 360 layup, this game ain't for practice
What good is celebrity status when shit just ain't hitting the same
Average
Bums living lavish though, I cannot cap
Pump and dump rappers came up on the racks
So what if the numbers been padded, in fact
There's dumb mothafuckas all over the map
I'm sure that there's someone gon listen to that
Wannabe youngins in love with the Raq
You might live in Canada, I ain't gon rat
Believe in ya lie, kid, die in the trap
I'm in a world of my own
They said niggas been uppin the pole on niggas
Man I must've been checkin my phone
I ain't see shit
That gun a prop, little buddy, you playin a role
Said that shit just for a song
Me, I go full method
Like Redman in that episode of Cribs
Pull up on us, door open, I'll show ya how I live
Wake up at 6, work until 5