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[Verse 1: Yayu]
Sin City slicker, carry kitty litter
Heavy shit on the waist
Big up the place
Don't gotta bleed em, I get what I make
To get through the season, I binge and I fade
See i even get lit when I'm breakin
If i wanna glow
Imma stick to the gang
I'm a visionary, got a picture to paint
Jackson Pollock, I just whip and I stain
Flick when I aim, too quick to sense see
Aim for control, you just move at a set speed
You ain't with it
You losing against me, grats on the bag
You just blew on balenci
Most of ya'll be too focused on envy, tell em to shut up
I'll be good in the end I can stutter
I be stuck to the mirror like
"you look depressed homie, NUT UP"
Not far from the tree, I was meant for the gutter
I'm me and there's never another
I'm prolly the best out 20 and under
Just hope I get to a funnier number
I was hitting my desk with a pencil
I didn't think shit but it set up a stencil
Made my quest to be better essential
Flighty and down
Get my feathers eventually
I see my future ascension
So this little birdy get blew if you mention me
Been chewed out a lot by a Benson
I might get defensive, but you get the best of me
Don't try to play me again, see my big homie stoic
He'll do what you did to me
Big on the head like I'm Megan, you think you hot
I just went to the next degree
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just move to the next degree