Syn's Trag

I took this beat, understood the feet
K-Dot palms carrying tracks beyond man kind's brains and told us to take a seat
So I listened, grew apart now I write rhymes I cope and deliver the treats
Man and I ain't even judge pigments
I just prove myself by destroying a beat

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Destroying is the only offense I promise to repeat
So when I cause my opponents to drop to their kness
How do y'all guess they accept their defeat
Ima wager they take it by hitting up their fleets
They sore losers from heart to their brain that's incomplete
All it takes is one hit, phone call I gotta make discreet
They done, dummy runny phonys who stay in the backseat
I only know this cause their brainrot causes overly obsessed tweets
Please only Satan can save these pussies who pretend they from the streets



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Radke
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