Match Sticks

[Chorus]
Now I got the wave
And they falling outta place
No it's no mistake
Just wanna win the race
Running for too long
I wanna get some rest
I said I wanna get some...
Now I got the wave
And they falling outta place
No it's no mistake
Just wanna win the race
Running for too long
I wanna get some rest
I said I wanna get some...

[Verse 1]
Who made the sticks match
Probably made the Big Mac
Probably made them alter the song
Not all your bees wax
Probably took my shit on this song
I need some Tic Tacs
This boombap probably makes them all disappear
See, I don't diss I appear
That's why I'm winning up here
Tier protection, no way I won't make it this year
Don't fear rejection, probably 'cause I've seen it a lot
I'm doing flips and they flop
They taking pics of their cocks
I'm getting chick and they're not
The only difference they got
The only hero, fuck a bureau
I just smoke and I jot
I'm reading scriptures a lot
Fuck all your lyrics, they rot
See I'm a fair old guy that settle for the words that I'm writing
I tackle if you fragile
You can't tell that I'm bright and
Tobacco in my lungs but you can't tell that I'm dying
To kill you niggas every time that you trying

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[Verse 2]
Who make the locks dread
Probably someone conscious
Probably made them alter the song
You gotta confess
There'll be a time that they call me a don
Like Al Capone, yes I' a dog
And I'm just breaking their bones
If they revert their eyes
Then I'm grabbing their cones
So understand that I'm prone to
Kick it like kung fu
I hope I never change
Too many people that stare at me
Know how long it takes
How many people that prayed for me
Not even a handful
Believing in myself
I never stopped, took a chance to
Be the fucking greatest in this thing
I'm a Cashew, fucking nuts
Never ever fail, I will pass dude
Even when I fell I got right up, understand dude
[?] the spirit, I just know that I can't do

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