NEW SONG MIX 1 SORRY I DONT KNOW THE NAME

Stafford wake up
Back on my bullshit
Look look

I drove the Venue to the venue
Rad dude on an instrumental going cashews
Cash rules nothing in my life
My bills past due
Spit a verse and
Have a rapper crying in the bathroom
They are trying to spy into my kitchen
The recipe is not there
So I don't know why you do that fool
You don't have to be so bashful
If you want a bit of help writing your lyrics
Got a dash full
All I need is a couple dollars
That I'll put back in a song
With hidden disses
That are sure to just surpass you
I spit it real nice
Alpaca Chandler the rapper
The boys real tight
Triple A card to assure
That I got the wheels right
Eighty to the city
I'm booking it to a tour night
Shaking hands like I know y'all
Pipe in lip Frosty
The bars are starting to snowball
You Scoobys starting to bark strong
I'm just getting Shaggy
My Freddie starting to grow longer
I got a Daphne alone
Jamming to slow songs
Looking for her glasses like
Velma when things go wrong
I'm a machine and it is a mystery
Your mother like the way I spit a rhyme
The rest is history and
If you see your brother
Please ask him if he misses me and
If you see your cousin
Warn them about pyramid schemes
Please
They keep direct messaging me
God damn
I fucking hate it wait
I hear my name getting yelled
From a lovely bubble bath
I grab my ass a glass of that brut
And they will tell me double that
More sugar than a Pepsi
I'm sweeter than a peach
Sweaty rappers don't impress me
Goofy ass
You cannot best me
The best think you could do is
Please give that mic a rest
Jesus
Raps from a sectional
I drop four twenties and
A ten then treat it like a throne
My ninety dollar couch
Has got more swagger than your
Nine million dollar home
And I don't fuck with big money
Or your attitude
I don't
You gotta stand on more than that
You think that dime wants to talk to you
For less than a dime
I'm on a steady rise
And I will not decline
I'm taking hits here and there
Off a piece of my mind
Kiss up on my derriere
I swear the tastes sublime
I run this shit
My music IBS
Iconical belligerent songs
I'll never digress
I pull up in that twenty two
Like I am not pressed
To make a meal out of anybody
Walking big chested
Incognito when your talking big
Reckless
Close the Mac
You don't even speak
The bass
Feel that groove
Too unique
Fuck a speedboat
I float down the beat
One day it's all me
When the vibe complete
For now Stafford Beats
Has got me sinking a three

For now Stafford Beats
Has got me sinking a three