Rage
Uh
Niggas is bogus, killing me
Really be focused into me
Radio shows in Italy
What do you know of my enemies
Recalling my auntie had told me
Baby boy hold your energy
Show bizz industry cold and finicky
Road to infinity's yo vicinity
I really believe I'm chosen maybe it's no where in the reach
Watching the niggas I'm close with what if they pose as frenemies
Setting my plan into motion I'm ready to blow in '23
Only a freshman and goated knowing that these hoes be feeling me
On top of her toes and tipping me
Started becoming a clone a mini me
Look in her eyes her soul I'm really deep
Ready to ride exposing freak-a-leaks
Uhm, niggas be hung from the rope in trilogies
Uhm, lining them up a human centipede
Never could fold no symmetry
If you the closest kin to me
Pick up the pencil wrote this
Whatever goes is it to me
Mental is missing a pole and it told me anything
Feeling like picking a pole up and letting it blow attentively
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, (ahh) Bitch
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, (I'm) Hoe
Raging, Raging, Raging, Raging
Raging, Raging, Raging, (ahh) Raging
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Building the pain off adrenaline
Murderous monster my synonym
Lot of you talking and tentative
Never the option I been against
All of you copy derivatives
Sounding the same in the literal
I count up the money in intervals
Mining it up like it's minerals
My weakest line is like ten of yours
The ink inside of this pen'll poison
Yo speakers to tote heaters
The flow being the motive of
The cult leader the throat eater
Both need em
OD much, hoe speak up
Uhm
No money to pay for the shows
Know how we coming we stay with the flows
If you my brother then stick to code
You better not be one to go switch for the hoes
Bullets be humming they taking out toes
Collecting the money we taking our tolls
It really ain't funny it's taking a tole
Keep it a hunnid lil brudda just told
Uhm
Never could fold no symmetry
If you the closest kin to me
Uhm
Pick up the pencil wrote this
Whatever goes is it to me
Uhm
Mental is missing a pole and it told me anything
Uhm
Feeling like picking a pole up and letting it blow attentively
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, (ahh) Bitch
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, (I'm) Hoe
Raging, Raging, Raging, Raging
Raging, Raging, Raging, (ahh) Raging
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Niggas is bogus, killing me
Really be focused into me
Radio shows in Italy
What do you know of my enemies
Recalling my auntie had told me
Baby boy hold your energy
Show bizz industry cold and finicky
Road to infinity's yo vicinity
I really believe I'm chosen maybe it's no where in the reach
Watching the niggas I'm close with what if they pose as frenemies
Setting my plan into motion I'm ready to blow in '23
Only a freshman and goated knowing that these hoes be feeling me
On top of her toes and tipping me
Started becoming a clone a mini me
Look in her eyes her soul I'm really deep
Ready to ride exposing freak-a-leaks
Uhm, niggas be hung from the rope in trilogies
Uhm, lining them up a human centipede
Never could fold no symmetry
If you the closest kin to me
Pick up the pencil wrote this
Whatever goes is it to me
Mental is missing a pole and it told me anything
Feeling like picking a pole up and letting it blow attentively
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, (ahh) Bitch
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, (I'm) Hoe
Raging, Raging, Raging, Raging
Raging, Raging, Raging, (ahh) Raging
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Building the pain off adrenaline
Murderous monster my synonym
Lot of you talking and tentative
Never the option I been against
All of you copy derivatives
Sounding the same in the literal
I count up the money in intervals
Mining it up like it's minerals
My weakest line is like ten of yours
The ink inside of this pen'll poison
Yo speakers to tote heaters
The flow being the motive of
The cult leader the throat eater
Both need em
OD much, hoe speak up
Uhm
No money to pay for the shows
Know how we coming we stay with the flows
If you my brother then stick to code
You better not be one to go switch for the hoes
Bullets be humming they taking out toes
Collecting the money we taking our tolls
It really ain't funny it's taking a tole
Keep it a hunnid lil brudda just told
Uhm
Never could fold no symmetry
If you the closest kin to me
Uhm
Pick up the pencil wrote this
Whatever goes is it to me
Uhm
Mental is missing a pole and it told me anything
Uhm
Feeling like picking a pole up and letting it blow attentively
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, (ahh) Bitch
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, Hoe
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe, (I'm) Hoe
Raging, Raging, Raging, Raging
Raging, Raging, Raging, (ahh) Raging
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Bitch, Bitch, Hoe, Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Va'drequie Robinson
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