Technical Difficulties

Walking in
I don't need no fucking suit
Know I'm fly comin thru
Aye get a fire extinguisher he in the stu
Mic gon' explode nuke
Fresh like shoes
Nike tech in case of
Some technical issues
Was no Nike in my closet had to wear my brotha shoes
Kids used to bake me in them fucking public schools
Now I'm baked Anita running thru
Stomping on these beats like kanye boots
Make it to the top like yo bitch up in the room
They want me stop cus I spit the truth
Sorry I'm too engaged in myself to care what you or you or you would do
Skipping class skipping school
Tryna get the paper, like Jeff bezos, I know there's billions out there waitin in a room
But I'm living modest to my dream have to face it live it through
Fridge was empty but my bank account got hella zeros cool
Like bingo but do shit crazy lil loop
When I look back dont know, dont know, don't know, how tf I made it thru
Now my shit bumping like the Yankees stadium
Mama said boy leave that rap alone go get a real job quit playin bruh
Nah I'm jokin ion even think she heard these fucking songs
She ain't around no more she don't even know how much I hit this bong
But she wrong cus i got more bars than juvenile detention lock me up
I'll still go far ain't no limits, ain't no walls, skate by, no Bart, yellow diamonds ain't no must- ARD
Ha
Go hard go far

Now a MF doomed MF Metal Faced you screwed
Left you mute like NF then I hide the re- mo- remote from you
You get the boot like emo dudes
You run to yo group yo amino crew, tell 'em how I'm rude
U one sided and two-faced ain't neva a truth

Cant be mad tho cus I do the same to you
Same to you
And she know she flip me off she think she primo
That is me tho when she hear me on these beats bro, missin me and not that boy George
God damn yo boy toy
Smack the fuck up out him when I see him ain't no point
Just straight to the ground like the gunshots run boy, fucked up yo voice, quiet down 5-0 runnin now I gotta hide yo boy toy
But it's cool I swear I'm done
If you talkin better walk it u ain't my migo this ain't for fun
Watch she go up in a month and you just did it all for nun
That's why I'm focused on my friend Ben
The money always come
Can't be a bum I need some millions
To fill up the voids missin
I thought I had it aimed right I just hit the ditch and
Swerved and you was missin ain't no glisten to my dark life livin
I just spark right to get it, sitting on my porch
Damn I miss you and your cooking damn that chicken
I fucked it up in the beginning
Like I ruined this shit at the start
I tried to play my part but can't change by myself my mind way way too far
Can only realize when u gone, damn I need the bong, smoke it, toke it, she think it wrong but you was the sole reason for these songs
This shit would just be up in the vault you had me postin my first one
Now I ain't got a soul to ask "yo you think this is the one?"
They just laugh or say it's ight son and lie to my face fucked
Her face fucked she a dickhead so I'm smokin blunts, kick her out no punt, pick a cow the beef is done
Pick a cow the beef is done

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