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(Cough cough)
(Aha, haha)
(I'm coming different)
(I'm coming fucking different)
(Not different for me, different for you)
(Yeah it's different for you)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Come up to my block
Boy I'm not gripping a glock got a rock and it's stuffed in my sock
Boy I'm not stopping you test me your body just bout a be locking up like it was shot
But it's not Ima be the best ever to not give a Fock
Shit I meant fuck but don't stop
Ima fuck on that bitch from the back while I pull out her locks
I been saucing up like it was Motts, aye
Said he talking on me, but that's okay
My demons try to run up me, I tell em' go away
Brodie always tryna' be someone he not
Thinking that I'm not gone put him up in a box
Why you thinking that it's roleplay
Yeah I'm moving clean thinking that I'm olay
Said he want a problem Ima solve it yeah it's okay
It's not 'bout the way that you talk, it's 'bout what you don't say

(Yeah, haha, yeah)

Yeah I'm coming back in with the backpack flow
Ima backtrack you saying that I'm lit I know
In school, the teacher, would give me eye rolls
But I'll make what he make in a year off one of my shows
Bringing heat to beats yeah I'm a pyro
But I'm not, yuh, Ima psycho
Said he with it but I haven't seen him let a pipe blow
And she want me to fuck, Ima tell her psyche hoe
You thinking you rapping you not
You capping you thinking your life is so hot but it's not
You lie bout the shit that you did and don't pop on my block Ima leave you all botched
Bitch I'm drunk off-a scotch, nah I'm off of Monaco's
A beat is a pot, my lyrics are all the lil' protein and vegetables
Making it sting like you sipping Ciroc
(Alright the song is over)
(SIKE)
Ima look in your face I spit I don't give a shit
Yuh I'm throwing a fit
Might go to his grave and then shit, sike
I will not do that but I'm still lit
Might look in your face and I spit, called you a bitch, yuh
Cause I don't give a shit
I'm skinny as shit but I drank a whole fifth
You'll be getting some stitches if you in the mix
(You'll be getting some stitches if you in the mix)
(Let me say something, bitch)
(Bleep) (Bleep)
(Bleep) (Bleep) (Bleep)
(Bleep) (Bleep)