LIMIT
Feel like I was made for this shit
Remember when they tried to hate on a kid
Sesame don't try play with a kid
Sent the heat and he got sprayed with a sig
He think he the face of this shit
Headshot they going straight for your wig
God tier I wasn't made for the mid
State to state I gotta stay with a stick
Say its up with the opp and his man too
Put down the ruger lets see what the hands do
I can't fuck on that bitch if she ran through
Ten toes down better stick to your mantle
Rent free, we in his head like some Cantu
On my dick but I know he a fan too
I Get hip with the drip like it's brand new
Like fuck a limit It's nothing i can't do
Bet you get right and nobody remembers
When you do wrong nobody forget it
We was bummy I couldn't forget it
Back then the celly done ran out of minutes
Ditch the rags I'm chasing the riches
And for the record i'm makin the Guinness
Only commas I can't do a sentence
Ima start stay real from the start to the (wait)
Stay real from the start to the end
My pockets was thinner than Finn, I cannot pretend
I'm Independent but free all the guys in the pen
My muddy got locked up again
She ask for my pronouns like who do you think that I am?
I told that lil bitch that I'm him
She want a dick pick and want some skin to the skin
But ima just send it again
I don't care if he blood or he crip
If he play with my top anybody get hit
Better yet, anybody get got
Thats real shit even the shooters get shot
Stacking these wins know they want me to stop
I'm like Bron and they want me to flop
Wont respond if they got me on hots
And I'm chasing commas while you chase a thot
I'm dripped out from the headie, to the socks
Move too tact, I seen plenty in a box
Feel like I was made for this shit
Remember when they tried to hate on a kid
Sesame don't try play with a kid
Sent the heat and he got sprayed with a sig
He think he the face of this shit
Headshot they going straight for your wig
God tier I wasn't made for the mid
State to state I gotta stay with a stick
Say its up with the opp and his man too
Put down the ruger lets see what the hands do
I can't fuck on that bitch if she ran through
Ten toes down better stick to your mantle
Rent free, we in his head like some Cantu
On my dick but I know he a fan too
I Get hip with the drip like it's brand new
Like fuck a limit It's nothing i can't do
Remember when they tried to hate on a kid
Sesame don't try play with a kid
Sent the heat and he got sprayed with a sig
He think he the face of this shit
Headshot they going straight for your wig
God tier I wasn't made for the mid
State to state I gotta stay with a stick
Say its up with the opp and his man too
Put down the ruger lets see what the hands do
I can't fuck on that bitch if she ran through
Ten toes down better stick to your mantle
Rent free, we in his head like some Cantu
On my dick but I know he a fan too
I Get hip with the drip like it's brand new
Like fuck a limit It's nothing i can't do
Bet you get right and nobody remembers
When you do wrong nobody forget it
We was bummy I couldn't forget it
Back then the celly done ran out of minutes
Ditch the rags I'm chasing the riches
And for the record i'm makin the Guinness
Only commas I can't do a sentence
Ima start stay real from the start to the (wait)
Stay real from the start to the end
My pockets was thinner than Finn, I cannot pretend
I'm Independent but free all the guys in the pen
My muddy got locked up again
She ask for my pronouns like who do you think that I am?
I told that lil bitch that I'm him
She want a dick pick and want some skin to the skin
But ima just send it again
I don't care if he blood or he crip
If he play with my top anybody get hit
Better yet, anybody get got
Thats real shit even the shooters get shot
Stacking these wins know they want me to stop
I'm like Bron and they want me to flop
Wont respond if they got me on hots
And I'm chasing commas while you chase a thot
I'm dripped out from the headie, to the socks
Move too tact, I seen plenty in a box
Feel like I was made for this shit
Remember when they tried to hate on a kid
Sesame don't try play with a kid
Sent the heat and he got sprayed with a sig
He think he the face of this shit
Headshot they going straight for your wig
God tier I wasn't made for the mid
State to state I gotta stay with a stick
Say its up with the opp and his man too
Put down the ruger lets see what the hands do
I can't fuck on that bitch if she ran through
Ten toes down better stick to your mantle
Rent free, we in his head like some Cantu
On my dick but I know he a fan too
I Get hip with the drip like it's brand new
Like fuck a limit It's nothing i can't do
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