IIIIII

Ay

Biomes
(verse)
I got dis shi much too arranged
Inside my brain
To be out of place
My rhetoric efficienct
But u kno u can't match my pace

I got 90 fuqn days to match a goddamn placement
If it was up to me id hav these fuqas listen adjacent

I neva had it on command so ima do till i drop
Since u n all ur fuqn cronies gotta make this shit stop
U gotta stop w all the fronting
U never made anything bop
& even u somehow did i know that shit was a flop

Put up w all the useless fronting man this shit is a waste
N wonder how all these muhfuqas gotta match in they place
I cannot fuc with any1
U need to get out my face
Before u еnd up in a state
Where you rеaching ur fate

Half of dese bitches got it backwards n ain't doin n too much
While i remain way much too fractured but still doin to clutch
I was runnin this shit up
Fuck a skate
U bitches starting to lure
And i can cook this inna pot watching the way that i stir
Since i been seen the way they stalkin when they cravin a cure
& i can't do nun w a bitxch kno i ain't remainin pure