​​​​​​sixth of august (full cypher demo)

[Intro]
VO star, vespodd-odd-odd
It's vo_demos, yeah

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I've only been here since the sixth of August (Eight, six)
And I'm already a king, let's be honest (Yeah-yeah)
Not the king of R&B, nah, that's the earth breather (Yup)
The king of pop rap? Maybe I'll be the receiver (True)
Everyone says I'm eating shit up (Ate)
But, TBH, my raps are shit, so I haven't eaten enough (Let's see)
Only my second cypher, yet I'm some of thesе bitches' for-lifer (Uh-huh)
And some of thеse bitches can't rap, bitches need a supervisor (Get one)
Talking my shit, I own the "B" emoji (Bruh)
Flashing back to "The Peppa Meal," shit ain't holy (Haha)
Even if shit ain't holy, doesn't mean shit ain't fire (Flames)
I've had like ten EPs now, fucking multiplier (More now)
I've got a big, big problem, 'bout to call my choir (Oh)
All you bitches down bad, when I step in, bitches mad (Damn)
Mad because they're one-hit wonders, how fuckin' sad (Aww)
I blow shit up with homemade dynamite, I'm on my Lorde shit (Melodrama)
Now I'll do whatever I fucking want with it, as I see fit (VO)

[Verse 2]
Munchin' on these bitches' careers like I'm Ice Spice (Feelin' you)
You should keep your bullshit talkin' to one side (BS)
Some things just change overnight (Right)
You bitches could see me on a first class flight (Might)
Ahem, I take royalties gladly (Like)
You fall off and it's sad to see, these bitches mad at me (Yikes)
What'd I do? Make you lose? (Sorry)
Make you lay on your stomach and snooze? (But not really)
You said you'd sleep on it but your mattress is on the floor (Oop)
I'm in touch with whores, yet you leave me bored (Yawn)
Industry plant but in what industry? (Multifaceted)
I'm so eloquent, I got poetry (Wherefore art thou?)
Hoes your age spend full days on ROBLOX (Fashion Famous)
But can't stand the light when they come off they Xbox (Vamp)
Staying in your room is nice, once in a while (For a bit)
But if you're in it all day, quickly it goes out of style (Taylor Swift)

[Outro]
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