Genesis 1:1
(专辑: Bin Reaper 3: Old Testament - 2022)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle) Leaving out for school with headphones in the
bag Mapping out a
plan that every play get split in half Leaving out for school with headphones in the
bag Bitch Leaving out for school with headphones in the
bag 2017, was getting to it, skipping class Mapping out a
plan that every play get split in half Half in the
stash and half in the
scams Or going masked up or break a
slab and the
grams Only a
few ways that you can live where I'm from Where I'm at in life, it's hard to get where I'm from "Mama, there he go", I
motivate the
kids where I'm from 2019, I
dropped Bin Reaper, they was sleeping Pitchfork rated it a
seven, they was tweaking 2020, seemed like all my haters, they was peaking But that's unemployment for you, I
ain't think that they was eating Same year, I
hit a
new gear, I
switched modes But I
can't break the
code, I
can't switch teams S1 to the
DSM, I'm throwing big B's BabyTron, StanWill, TrDee, the
big three Lando took a
chance on us and everybody laughed Now it's 2022 and everybody mad 'Cause if you want a
verse now then it cost twenty Whoever counted gang out, shit, they all dummies Rolling Stone, XXL, the
next thing for me How you even worried 'bout my battle with a
clean sword? (How) Almost sent an SOS but then I
seen shore When you die, it ain't no waking up, fuck I'ma sleep for? Hit him with that Porter's X2, now he a
particle I
don't rap battle, forty weapons in my arsenal He a
clown trusting hoes, someone get him to the
carnival Helmut Lang, Warren Lotus, walking out looking remarkable Water like the
Gulf of Mexico, I
tried the
cuban hang Fuck an arm and leg, I
paid a
body for this Human Made I
was in the
field for real while you was doing two a
day Locked in with money, I
been staying out of Cupid range Turkey Man busting down the
'bows Riding right next to him, shipping out a
load Mari, MJ, and 40 tripping with the
Pro's Whipping what's it called with what's his name, we in the
store I'm on a
different magnitude, I
maxed out my attributes Keep your two cents 'cause I
don't ever remember asking you Told her, "Quit the
attitude", she gon' get a
bag or two Supreme dripping off my shirt, this not Thrasher, dude The
dumbest shit to do is compare me to you The
dumbest shit to do is comparing us to them Like I
don't know a
team could match up Rafael Nadal, bitch, I'm racked up Letterman say Saint Laurent, look like I
play for Varsity 'Fore I
let you get a
'Wood, I
gotta grab the
darkest leaf Quick to have you looking crazy, don't you even start with me Your bitch wake up early, brush her teeth then she gargle me What you want? Some Dosidos or the
Snickerdoodle? We don't sell no tea cups, nah, this the
bigger poodle You could find us everywhere, TV, Twitter, Google I
could tell the
worker used the
work, I
see it in her pupils If you look into my eyes, you gon' see the
vision They don't think how I
think so I
been keeping distance I
was in the
field where it's hot, Larry Fitzgerald In the
'Raq with chicken on me, I
ain't have to hit Harold's F&Ns and Desert Eagles, these some big barrels (Bah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia) Leaving out for school with headphones in the
bag 2017, was getting to it, skipping class Mapping out a
plan that every play get split in half Half in the
stash and half in the
scams