Makronisos

Hermes from Helena
Gotta talk on my name cause I know it ain't vetted up
Gotta check on the toilet to peep my competitor
Way I shit on these niggas I hit like an enema
Nah don't speak on my peers cause this here is a fadeaway
I just studied the game now I do what the data say
Ain't got time to be chasing a hoe on the day to day
Throw that box to the side like I got it on lay-a-way
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This for the niggas that act like they got it together
But really they ain't gotta grip
This for the dreamers who told err' body already
You blowing up making it big
Know you been working for years you been hurting for years
But it seemed like you shot and you missed
People inquire on dreams that you share to inspire
But now they all thinking you quit
Bitch I've been rapping to my damn reflection so long
That the fan in stand is a prick
That boy a hater they listen
They tell me I'm gifted
But he only tell me I'm shit
I just done got me a letter from SNAP
How I'm rejected I'm broke as bitch
This for the niggas who look for solutions
Then look in the mirror and see what it is
Get to finessin' the blessing
The stress is suspended
The blicky it hang out the whip
I made a promise to wifey
She do me so icey
For plottin' and choppin' the brick
I made switch up to work at desk like a bitch
Gotta leave it behind to get rich
Get to finessin' the blessing
The stress is suspended
Each time that I'm using my gift
Spend my days rapping the things I predict
It's either that or it's fun with my bitch
I know these hoes wanna fuck on my bitch
Peepin' the swag that I cop at the thrift
Shout out to od how I make this whole 90s facade
Look as fresh as a fit from the Phipps
Life got away of just shoving this shit down ya throat
But I bite for my dawg like a pit

I won't surrender this time
Imma make it real
Wake up and get on my grind
For a better deal
Speak on my goals all the time
Like a baby grill
Trust in my work in due time
I can pay a bill
Shooting the shot of my life
It's a fadeaway
I'll do the numbers in time
What the data say?
Lil treesh I ain't got the time
On the day to day
Throwing that box to the side
Like it's lay-a-way

I don't believe my own eyes
Bitch I'm still breathing it's to my surprise
Water to my neck but I'm still alive
Although I feel like I'm drowning inside
Hold up holy moly it's a long time since I dropped
Move into the studio my jammies and my socks
I want holy motors like a Rari' Testa Rossa
So when coppers pull me over
I can race off like I'm Larson at Daytona
Every time I drop a track I know I'm getting closer
I won't know when I'm on top cause I ain't got no ceiling
Had to learn that perfect ain't a fact it's just a feeling
But damn it do sound perfect to be counting up a million
But damn it do sound perfect keeping bros up out of prison
But right now shit is perfect cause the lights on in the kitchen
But bitch I'm from the island need money long no question
Going home it's where I fit in
Hermes from Helena