Gucci Flames 2

I just wanna live right
Bye for the night
For the month
Had enough
Gonna splice myself out of you cunts
I don't wanna come up
My fists clenched
Throwing punches all over the club
I'll take my shit back
King of this spot
I'ma lack if I'm not
Top 50 rappers
Rapping with accents
Paddling raps
When 12 hits the clock
Peddle away like your skills in this game
Weak
Im'a throw shade at you pilled
Freaks
My shit be loud I hear
Creaks
When your beat drops
Know I should've could've
Done with my weeks
Not going to school
We could have Donner Meat 3
Couple grammys in the backpack
Backtrack to Edinburgh
Sit upon Arthur's seat
That's just what the game does
I would be sitting up there and it's fair love
I'm DOOM good
You don't compare bubs
Not DOOM the great
That's a couple of years man
Till I'm old enough to buy myself
A fucking beer can
Fuck being 16
Feel like my 16s are sounding too squeaky
Now I'm 17
Better scream for better dreams
And better things to come
Rapping I feel higher than the sun
Sum of my listens amount to one
Shit artists song
Yeah I'm past a narcissist
It's carnage
I'm starving and farther and harder
Than half of the Artists you listen to
Unoriginal I'm the pinnacle of hypocritical
Granted
How the fuck can you be sitting still standing?
How the fuck can you be chill rambling?
Bout originality what the fuck's happening?
Yeah I fucked up the crown
But come at me bitch and you'll
Climb up the mound
This town ain't big enough for the both of us
Broke my trust
Now you need to stop
Yes you were part of the cream of the crop
Shit, I was part of the team at the top
Got opening slots
I fucked it all up
Nah, no regrets
Deal with bad decisions
By packing bowls of meth
I'll see you at bowlplex love

Don't get me out this mess
It's my birthday I'm depressed
It's my birthday I'm depressed
It's my birthday I'm depressed

Don't get me out this mess
It's my birthday I'm depressed
It's my birthday I'm depressed
It's my birthday I'm depressed
Shit

Back with a vengance
Back with the page and the pen shit
Back with the
Back in the day
I would slay for the plays
The dispensful sentences
Getting relentless
Paypal's picking off profits
Spotify's giving me
All of the listens I'm getting
Listens slipping off stop it
Give an EP that'll go down to Devon shit
What
Come on bitch now
Let's spill a pound of my kids on your couch
Pay me a pound
And I'll spit for you now
If you sit the fuck down
You can witness the crown
Yeah, bruh
Times moves on
Gotta find mine 'fore I get 21
4 years man that shit ain't long
Without my youth I can't write these song
I can be the 1
I can flow like the motherfucking beat of a drum
Beast under the sun
Same day new boots
You know me now
I need to get off the fucking couch
Cause this rapping shit
Got me rapping shit
Got me rapping about shit I don't wanna be rapping bout bitch
I don't know
It's the only way I can flick the wrist
Raw Power I'm Iggy you're the Bowie mix
You're the Bowie mix bitch

Kendrick Lamar running late
Think I can run up, fucking take his place?
I don't know