U.S Open
Rather my standards too high than non-existent
Rather these rappers retire than try resisting
Rather my bitches picky than never choosing
Yeah I'd rather they know what they like, with no confusion
Rather more understanding when I go missing
Though I'd rather be more honest 'bout the time I'm spending
Got ones I well and truly love, and still I'm distant
Oh, it was so and so's birthday, I'm sorry I missed it
See, I grind like religion
You can't find another more committed, admit it
Minimalistic minded minute made men are not convincing
I did my time, 10000 hours so I'll begin then
We need to stop pretending
Most of these niggas trending wack as fuck, facts, they suck
How they ever managed a status is just beyond me bruh
So fuck it sign me up to thin the herd
Tryna stop me is just absurd, I put my word on every word
Corny rappers think they slick as lotion, until I roast 'em
I got the fire, I got the potion
I hope you notice the flow is so cold it's almost frozen
Nigga, I got hits like the U.S Open
Yeah, just like the U.S Open
Nigga, I got hits, like the U.S Open
Yeah, just like the U.S Open
Nigga, I got hits, like the U.S Open
Pardon the interjection, I got a silly question
Who's this nigga that's spitting hard as a Smith n Wesson
Who's been impressing like, ever since he's been manifesting
Mad intelligence with a pad and pen
It's embarrassing if y'all don't know the answer
I'm like a cancer, I'll probably kill
Type to take your bitch out for lunch and then send your ass the bill
Am I the best to ever do it, only time will tell
I'm Heaven sent, but bet I give these niggas Hell
Bet I give these niggas jail, bet the feel me like some braille
I stayed away so they could pave a lane and yet, these niggas fell
Fuck it yo I'm in it now
Watch me turn these niggas from the shit back to beginners now
They make it rain on wishing wells, I wish 'em well
I wish you will try to deny my shit
Commit a crime every time I spit
From the clouds gun 'em down, issa fly by bitch
Wake up at 05:59 for the grind, I get high by 06:00
Rhaa
Corny rappers think they slick as lotion, until I roast 'em
I got the fire, I got the potion
I hope you notice the flow is so cold it's almost frozen
Nigga I got hits like the U.S Open
Rather these rappers retire than try resisting
Rather my bitches picky than never choosing
Yeah I'd rather they know what they like, with no confusion
Rather more understanding when I go missing
Though I'd rather be more honest 'bout the time I'm spending
Got ones I well and truly love, and still I'm distant
Oh, it was so and so's birthday, I'm sorry I missed it
See, I grind like religion
You can't find another more committed, admit it
Minimalistic minded minute made men are not convincing
I did my time, 10000 hours so I'll begin then
We need to stop pretending
Most of these niggas trending wack as fuck, facts, they suck
How they ever managed a status is just beyond me bruh
So fuck it sign me up to thin the herd
Tryna stop me is just absurd, I put my word on every word
Corny rappers think they slick as lotion, until I roast 'em
I got the fire, I got the potion
I hope you notice the flow is so cold it's almost frozen
Nigga, I got hits like the U.S Open
Yeah, just like the U.S Open
Nigga, I got hits, like the U.S Open
Yeah, just like the U.S Open
Nigga, I got hits, like the U.S Open
Pardon the interjection, I got a silly question
Who's this nigga that's spitting hard as a Smith n Wesson
Who's been impressing like, ever since he's been manifesting
Mad intelligence with a pad and pen
It's embarrassing if y'all don't know the answer
I'm like a cancer, I'll probably kill
Type to take your bitch out for lunch and then send your ass the bill
Am I the best to ever do it, only time will tell
I'm Heaven sent, but bet I give these niggas Hell
Bet I give these niggas jail, bet the feel me like some braille
I stayed away so they could pave a lane and yet, these niggas fell
Fuck it yo I'm in it now
Watch me turn these niggas from the shit back to beginners now
They make it rain on wishing wells, I wish 'em well
I wish you will try to deny my shit
Commit a crime every time I spit
From the clouds gun 'em down, issa fly by bitch
Wake up at 05:59 for the grind, I get high by 06:00
Rhaa
Corny rappers think they slick as lotion, until I roast 'em
I got the fire, I got the potion
I hope you notice the flow is so cold it's almost frozen
Nigga I got hits like the U.S Open
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