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(专辑: So Hard - 2013)
What it do Was 22 up in the
room Thinkin bout a
way that I
could make a
move Make a
boom Debated to move to LA To make it in movies But traded the
pool shade and gravitated to music Now I'm spittin the
hottest shit It don't matter the
competition Is sadder than a
bladder that be lackin a
pot to piss in It's actually kinda sicknin The
rap is beyond horrific Admit it bruh, waka flaka flame is somehow respected? The
game has gotta change, used to listen to jay Up on the
train, now they floodin the
waves with 2
chainz I
feel like I
separate with ma lines like 2
lanes It's a
dark knight when the
joker's better than them banes Of the
rap game, all of 'em rap lame, They claimin all em ballin, well then all of em sac kings At least they in the
league tho I
can't even cop a
fuckin peacoat That's why I'm aiming outside the
box, like it's a
free throw The
weed smoke fuckin the
air up Got this mothafucka snackin more than Miggy Cabrera Got dis mafucka rappin some crack and yappin about it on his cell phone Tell holmes this is the
track, that I
got ma swell on And I
spit that shit so fast sometimes I
need to slow it down All these bitches up in the
crib, it's like ma home a
pound Tell me I
ain't hold it down Spittin ridiculous, ticklin bitches Up into they britches, and rip em like tickets And fastballs, lookin at a
cutie on the
dance flo I
visualize that booty with the
pants off Had a
little dance off And I
ain't had no shot it was the
ass fault Cause shawty body arguably hotter than august asphault They claimin they great, man these rappers straight lebroning I'm layin in wait, to smack the
fuck up out dat spalding I'm hatin every song, they celebratin poppin dom But I
be takin shots a
brandy like a
kobe at the
prom pic Bomb shit, ya'll should see ma muthafuckin blonde bitch The
bombs on dat body shawty just gotta be Islamic I
twist and I
turn her on till she wet like she a
faucet No rapper give you more a
set... isn't it ironic? Because I'm seein these labels Pumpin out the
horseshit, got me callin em stables Pumpin out the
tours quick, but they ain't makin hits Ain't nobody great as this White boy killin brothers on that cane and abel tipppp Tri tip steak, up on a
plate, I'm on a
date With a
dime bitch, nibbling cake But nevermind that Someone tell me where the
fuck the
rhymes at I
was bumpin nas in his prime and you gonn sign that? Oh well, guess I'm better than they'll ever be I
could do it serious but they prefer the
levity I
ain't really hearin nuffin Say I
ain't the
man I'm layin in sand, zero spf for the
tan But now I'm back in this muthafucka, spit hotta than a
flame throw Waitin to hear em call on ma name like rap a
game show Tell me this is lame, Though I
know that is bogus Gotta focus Be the
dopest With the
most set of quotes, and the
grossest When I
flow sick, and the
hope is Notice is right around the
corner, my time to shine Is almost aligned, something like a
quarter to nine If I
could have a
quarter for the
metaphors in my rhymes I'd only have a
couple dollas so I'm stickin with dimes, ya know? They getting off like a
train stop I'm lookin at ma dick like how the
fuck do you stay rock No southern carolina, how you got so much game cock Cause you movin that vagina in the
dark like a
stage prop It's all good I'm making this the
outro I
had to fuckin spit, this is what I'm about bro And you know what it is, holla back up at the
kid Slim Boner So damn hard, this shit is over
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