Butter Knife

Coming up I swear I wish I had another life
Leave my house
But I'm returning with another bike
Touch road
Big shank no butter knife
I don't know much
I just know I need my mother right
This trife life all I know is grind right
Residue up on the table but that's still a 3.5
Niggas know I'm old school
Came up off the weed lines
Building up my insights turned me cold as frostbites
I'm Rare Trill and I ain't stopping for the signs
And sayonara usually means a goodbye
Niggas say there on me
I don't see them living life
Furthermore I don't see them when I'm checking in to flights
I keep her close for the info
Got me in spots like the Pinto
Without changing lingo
I said we gamble but it's nothing like the bingo
She love a Dog
Me llamo Rare the dingo
I bring the D and wonder where in the In Go
And when it's done still accomplish all the end goals
I know I'm nice
Still residing in the ends zone
Lowkey lifestyle of the encro
All these fees keep chipping at the crypto
She step in pink
I ain't talking Pepto Bismol
Step 1 simple
Product research
Hit the road I'm seeking info
When I know the wants
Then I go and put the bread to
I was 14 cutting food up like Ninjitsu
Is this the get to
I knew a great a view I had to get to
It's dog house with pet food
I'm not the type to try bark, pet or vet you
I move seamless in between
What you see is what I leave
I had Crystal in my teens
Out in Shoreditch but it isn't what you see
Take a flight to the heat no graduate
I'm baking my degrees
Street life what I took as a decree
But it isn't what you see
It's Grafters Only and we move in unity



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