mint breath

Drink up, man
In the city, head about to be clouded
Right on time, right on schedule

Atta boy, atta boy
Know you been working so hard
All you've been serving is bars
I used to think you were lords
Atta boy, atta boy
You making this winter so hard
Fuck all them cynical bars
This is for enemy yard
Atta boy, atta boy
Know you been working so hard
All you've been serving is bars
I used to think you were lords
Atta boy, atta boy
You making this winter so hard
Fuck all them cynical bars
This is for enemy yard
Atta boy

I don't shed tears over stupid shit
Movement new to ears, so the truth in this
I'm in a pool of duplicates
Lookin' at your levels like, I would never stoop to this
Plus niggas try to front like they know shit
I like smokin' blunts cyph when the solstice
But I'm lackin' focus
Runnin' back and forth with no new results
I'm hoping we can pass our goals and grow into adults
Roman numerals, 1998
I can't fuck with you with those
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Atta boy, atta boy
Know you been working so hard
All you've been serving is bars
I used to think you were lords
Atta boy, atta boy
You making this winter so hard
Fuck all them cynical bars
This is for enemy yard
Atta boy, atta boy
Know you been working so hard
All you've been serving is bars
I used to think you were lords
Atta boy, atta boy
You making this winter so hard
Fuck all them cynical bars
This is for enemy yard
Atta boy

Hype these rhymes to me