Closed Mouths

Popularity's a singularity
Big Bang a universe but here's the gravity
Clarity comes when you down on ya funds
Now you gotta couple sons
And you fuckin with guns
You existential till ya check official
Niggas talkin big shit on these instrumentals
Closed mouths get fed thru a straw
Dat mean you niggas suck and will never be a star.
Sweet Jeeeez these mc'z
Under parr Like a great golfer
My whole steez nigga Please rip the face off ya
I'm staying grape proper
And blaze the vape doctor
Renew me up again
Cause I can't sleep
Cause all night I hear beats in my
Damn sleep
And I don't even tweek
Tho I'm geeked
Bitch I might be
I could always use a hater
Don't like me
Just a lil more fuel for the fire that ignite me
In the lab three days no shower
Awake every second no powder
Turn me louder
Than my armpits
Rap Vietnam bomb blitzed
Get ya palm slit
Bass wit tha life bitch
Face from a white bitch
Ain't a reparation but it's very very nice shiiiiiiiit



Credits
Writer(s): Livier Kirkland
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