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Hear Me Out

 

Hear Me Out

(albüm: Crop Circle 2 - 2023)


Give me your—
Oh, baby, give me your—
Oh, I like it when you—
Give me your—

I was tryna rap a lot, but I was slanging rocks
Hanging crops 'round the block since panda pops
All these nigga hating on me
Tell them, "Don't make it awkward" when I fucked his mate like a tree (Uh)
Looking like I got-on a neon chain
More green in my videos than Tion Wayne
They wanna ask for pictures, and that 911 exhaust smoking like Marges sisters
Opps they don't glide, they just hide when I see 'em
I got haze, side bitches tryna slide in my DM, uh
I was only fifteen when I had a Rollie
Cooking squares in the kitchen, they ain't ravioli
I-I don't need a record deal 'cause shit piles
You niggas blow the advance before the ink dries
I'm paranoid with all this food in the basement
Me and my nigga W come like Lulu and Ace, uh (My nigga)
I pull up in that AMG
You bring that bitch, Nova cough, had that chick in, KFC
I made it out the hood, I'm inspiring the youth
Everytime I threw a party, I had snipers on the roof (Uh)
N-North West ballers, I get so much dome in my studio, that it's literally the headquarters
Remeniscing in the Tesla how I made them fiends crack smiles when I was giving out testers
Getting money, I ain't maintaining
I'm running through these bricks like Harry Potter at the train station
I go any block, I don't care how far
So much goons hopping out the whip, look like a Crown Co
I had fears of being broke with a can of beer
Now look, now I'm a millionaire with nappy hair
This chick's on me to beat, but I ain't hear 'case she been through more bodies than Mystique
I'm a Stoic, can't alter my mood, fuck the opp block
I still drive through like I'm ordering food
And I ain't partying without my straddy in the venue
Kush gang, bitch, hella Calis on the menu
They saying they prefer the old me, then go listen to the old me, 'cause now, I'm an OG (Uh)
J-Jordan 4s or designers on my feet
Fuck a MBE, I was knighted on the street
I got to Hell if my niggas is there
I blew a mill' in a year, it's cool though I'm still a millionaire
Last time we topped the charts, they thought it was luck
This time, we did it again, what the fuck?
Speeding in my new hot car, wanna wrap with me?
Meet me on a roof-top bar (Uh)
How come I'm hardly on the strip, now, I'm gone clear
Certain rappers fell off, me, I'm still top tier
Remember when the strip was my office
Ain't no workers 'round me, I got a clique full of bosses, uh
In that— That's enough, man

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