MINE
Flexing the motto
And this beat bouncing like, like moving gelato
All these raps is hitting yea the game forever mine
I'm bout to get my switch so i'll be out here packing mines
I'll do to you what Twitter did to Vine, No funny guys
I know my mind is stupid crazy cause I think I'm so divine
I'm a rap prodigy, But you could say savant
You stupid swines, can't handle it like come open your mind
It's not a science, It's just a vibe that your boy designed
I sip my wine and think of all these stupid lines
Im not the boy, Not your man, I'm a fucking god
And if you hating, you fucking stupid now listen why
Cause I've been working in the studio
Don't fuck with no groupie hoes
Working on my lines like an actor in a movie role
Maybe hit the gym a bit been skinny since I was jit
Now I'm getting bigger like my music is
All that shit just coming from commitment
Saying what I do but if you flipped the shit
Yea you good like for a white rapper, Fuck the pigment
I'm good on any beat with any vibe With any premises
You rappers talk illiterate, Like go learn to speak sentences
I'll buy you a new dictionary and even give you lessons bitch
But i'm smoking this lettuce, Green, Rolling thru my city
We hold Berrettas, upset us, I'll slap you till you silly
I'm usually all about the peace though I feel the hippies
The nitty gritty could make it shitty but I stay wit it
This 651 shit I rep it till the day I die
Where it's cold out until the middle of July
I'm from the H Town, We used to rock the slip n slide
We at the river side, Bass bumping getting high
Now im out in CLT, I'm making Bills meet
You gotta get the big bucks to eat some real meat
You know that talk is cheap, But your words sound real weak
You gotta back it up, back it up, Real shit
I got a Hermes chain It's matching with the VS2's
I ain't playing games baby this ain't PS2
And yea this silencer it makes my gun go pew pew pew
I ain't tryna flex no guns But that shit kinda cool
I'm making money moves plotting with my honey boo
I have dreams that when I drop I make a honey bun
I got a GTR that's blacked out running from the sun
I got a GTR that's blacked out running from the sun
See Ill be steady stacking
Get the bag and run away from all these bastards
50 racks just from the backend, Spend it all on weed and wax
Smoke so much, my lungs is cracking
Always rapping, rhymes is dope and rhythm slapping
Head is bobbing, foot is tapping
Look at what it took to tap in
Book me for your hook or verse
Always hungry, Gatorade to quench your thirst
To Walk my shoes, you need the shirt
To take that off my back you need to kill me first
You End up dead, You in a hearse
You in that box, You under dirt
You in the air, You not on earth
You in the air, you not on earth
In a hearse
And this beat bouncing like, like moving gelato
All these raps is hitting yea the game forever mine
I'm bout to get my switch so i'll be out here packing mines
I'll do to you what Twitter did to Vine, No funny guys
I know my mind is stupid crazy cause I think I'm so divine
I'm a rap prodigy, But you could say savant
You stupid swines, can't handle it like come open your mind
It's not a science, It's just a vibe that your boy designed
I sip my wine and think of all these stupid lines
Im not the boy, Not your man, I'm a fucking god
And if you hating, you fucking stupid now listen why
Cause I've been working in the studio
Don't fuck with no groupie hoes
Working on my lines like an actor in a movie role
Maybe hit the gym a bit been skinny since I was jit
Now I'm getting bigger like my music is
All that shit just coming from commitment
Saying what I do but if you flipped the shit
Yea you good like for a white rapper, Fuck the pigment
I'm good on any beat with any vibe With any premises
You rappers talk illiterate, Like go learn to speak sentences
I'll buy you a new dictionary and even give you lessons bitch
But i'm smoking this lettuce, Green, Rolling thru my city
We hold Berrettas, upset us, I'll slap you till you silly
I'm usually all about the peace though I feel the hippies
The nitty gritty could make it shitty but I stay wit it
This 651 shit I rep it till the day I die
Where it's cold out until the middle of July
I'm from the H Town, We used to rock the slip n slide
We at the river side, Bass bumping getting high
Now im out in CLT, I'm making Bills meet
You gotta get the big bucks to eat some real meat
You know that talk is cheap, But your words sound real weak
You gotta back it up, back it up, Real shit
I got a Hermes chain It's matching with the VS2's
I ain't playing games baby this ain't PS2
And yea this silencer it makes my gun go pew pew pew
I ain't tryna flex no guns But that shit kinda cool
I'm making money moves plotting with my honey boo
I have dreams that when I drop I make a honey bun
I got a GTR that's blacked out running from the sun
I got a GTR that's blacked out running from the sun
See Ill be steady stacking
Get the bag and run away from all these bastards
50 racks just from the backend, Spend it all on weed and wax
Smoke so much, my lungs is cracking
Always rapping, rhymes is dope and rhythm slapping
Head is bobbing, foot is tapping
Look at what it took to tap in
Book me for your hook or verse
Always hungry, Gatorade to quench your thirst
To Walk my shoes, you need the shirt
To take that off my back you need to kill me first
You End up dead, You in a hearse
You in that box, You under dirt
You in the air, You not on earth
You in the air, you not on earth
In a hearse
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