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Pulling up
Murry's minds made up
Never asking anyone to wait up
Swishing 3's and running lay ups
Nothing will break us
My team
The boi's and I drumming
To the summing
I just love it
Da dunk it
Ru run it
Fa fun shit
I'm on it
I Own it
No need for anyone to loan it
I'll buy it
Got beats for days
Seats are tossed away
Because we standing to the pay
This rap comes from the rage
Of my mind
Anything in there you or anyone could find
But sorry if you can't get out
My hearts locked
My brains locked
My hearts stopped
My songs dropped
Ain't that something
Turned my fingers from useless to poet
From user to giver
Now I don't owe shit to nobody
Still generous
Honestly still too generous
That's my down fall
Trust way too many people
Been pushing myself away
Been back to my old ways
Still doing me
Flipping
Wata whippin
I'm the kitchen
Break off a chunk off the brick
And then flip
Still flipping
I don't miss
Then what's missing
That piece of my heart I was talking about
My minds made up
My hearts locked
My brains locked
My hearts stopped
My songs dropped
Cuz I put in work

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I have found a habit
It's called rapping
Zale helped Murry mapping
Pat ain't acting
Now gaining some traction
About damn time
Zale pulled the rabbit out of his hat
Wanted to save that for a different line
But had to vent it
The dictionary i bend it
Twisting up these words like joints
Cracking like a cracker
I am the mad hatter
Flipping like some buttermilk batter
On party chat with day ones
Cuz y'all a bunch of chit chatter clatter
Let's play gun game
I'll make your blood splatter
Just a year ago I was on shatter
Now what the fuck does it matter
Singing like Efron
I'm a wildcatter
Flows wet like a leaky bladder
I'm a crazy bastard
Causing disaster
Rappers call me master
Molding this game like plaster
Starting a podcast
I'm a new broadcaster
One day I'll be an actor
I ain't letting negative be a factor
I ain't no lacker
A wedding crasher
I love the packers
In a Jeep going ghost Casper
They wanted the smoke with my last album
Well they hit the cancer
Every song's original form is remastered
I'm chilling in my pasture
Talking to a pastors kid that banters
This is what he asked for
Those shots can't plow
My time is now
I am like wow
That he thinks i will allow
I endow
I am a mother fuckin cash cow
I'll make it anyhow
Any way
Any hate I'll take
And not fake
Like all you bitches
Deceiving
Mistreating greatness
Most of y'all show lateness
I make hits in a basis
Because I, I, I
I put in work

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Credits
Writer(s): Zale Murphy
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