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We Don't know whether (weather) it's iconic or ironic
When they say "hail" me
My guy Might actually catch a body at halftime while yall cheerlead
Compare me to bowling how Im striking fear in my opponents
And when it comes to the pens they scream Spare me
Fear itself fears me
Had to listen to myself just to get motivated
Getting y'all to listen was a long shot still had to golden state it
Kicking Father Time ass like it's no relation
The way she make it clap she needs her own ovation
Road to greatest closed for maintenance it needs a whole re-pavement
The only thing ya girl hates is that She's in love with me
I'm so slept on you'll probably wake up to another dream
Lucky me If rap was doing drugs you'd be so clean
I want the smoke til I get High as fuck and I ode
And have hullinations of this fucking blunt trying to roll me
You guys couldn't be fly If I wanted to
Turn your world upside down then rip the sky from Under you
These sentences Still got resentment in them That lies on my lungs
As you put emphasis who has the mightiest tounge
Just know that my pen is all Of them combined into one
I got flaws that would make y'all superhuman
In life in general
I Listen to y'all for the beats I'm not even into you
I Kill songs then watch microphones get interviewed
I'm the pennicale ill fall off and Land in my lap
Then snatch the pen so fast from you
That ya hands still attached
The only time I'm giving you a hand when I'm handing it back
Trufthfully ya ghostwriters can't even rap
Must've been karma
You got a lot of double entendres on ya album
But my whole albums a double entendre
Yea
First off Fuck ya pain and any Inspiration you drew from it
It's lame being in blues showing ya true colors
My rain so long that it finna be a Cruel summer who want it
Yea
My Checklist consists of finding a higher purpose
Not for guys to worship the lines i write for excitement
Or rewinding fire verses from me or how I'm rhyming wordsmith
I give myself a headache tryna Strive for perfect
And I throw shade just for tryna hang with me
In the light it's curtains
You Songs so Watered down and dry
They probably Dying of thirst tryna rehearse it
Cold enough to inspire fire to put a coat on
I'm making pressure give me a massage I'm feeling so calm
Still a god at this rap shit
I'll Fill up songs with nothing but filler bars
That'll make you feel ya illest bar was the wackest