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Verse 1:
Bitch I’m jumping outta portal
I’m half immortal
If the world war coming
Ima get resourceful
Niggas like me live with no morals
They say life is a beach
I don’t do corals
Caught up in a rap trap
Caught a pastor
We gonna burn the pages before we write the chapter
Way too many questions I could never ask but
I might build a time machine and chase the past bruh
We spend
Half of our life sleeping
Eating
The devil don’t do no greetings
Evening
I might just cut one ear
‘Çause it might save me from all the shit that I don’t wanna hear
Fuck fear tryna find the juice
All the money might buy a noose
How I feel when I watch the news
All the blues can’t find a clue
I’m like Elon Musk
All cremate elon dust
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Call the boy need dip and cup
I might just run into the bank with a loaded tommy gun
Frustration makes so much fun
Parents asking me where the funds
Mind ain’t seen peace in months
I might just hit the blunt
How the fuck I know everything
But can’t figure out what I want
Pressure pushing bitch I’m pressure cooking
I might kill a nigga if he try finesse the booking
I might pop shit if it come to a deposit
Tryna stop it but I’m running out of options
I’ve been calling
I’ve been ringing up the angels
Picture perfect like a nigga know his angles
If I’m a slave
Can I VVS the bangles
The fucking shackles
Diamonds dancing around my ankles
Never thank you
They gonna miss you when it’s too late
Feel like Batman
Right before he battled two-face
Was it worth it?
Guess he did for a new face
Was it worth it?
Guess he did for a new face
Shooting for your dream until your dreams shoot you
What you did it for?
Some new shoes
Why you sell your soul?
A new coupe
What you running from?
A new you
Made a lil’ change
A new you
Everybody saying
I knew you
Everybody saying
I knew you
Learn the rules bend the rules
It’s a habit
If you reaching for my spot then you can have it
I ain’t got no competition
I got practice
I’ve been winning like a mother fucking match-fix
Light a ciggy with my finger fuck a match-stick
On God
I’m a walking fire hazard
Son
These nigga are my dash
I’m absinth
Hit from the back
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Handing out plaques not for rap but for acting
I can’t hang with niggas that do too much asking
Oh they wish Patty boy would get back on his sad shit
I just left the gym and now I’m out here spazzing
I remember when these bitches didn’t want me
Now I have no game
Ain’t gotta do no talking
I’m so far ahead
I overlap them when I’m walking
Niggas never bite
They just do a lot of barking
I was still the shit when I was going Gnarls Barkley
Ima kill the game and make success haunt me
They might try mark me because they can’t out bar me
Fuck out my lane
Make that boy go do RnB
Huollup
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