Correction Lyrics HE WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE by 4ria

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How many motherf**king times 
Must I iterate that I’m really great? 
Initiate skillfully, b*t*h, this ain’t a silly game 
Raps done willfully, clearly I really came
With the wrath to illustrate  
My fantastic penmanship
Pen and pad, I lend a grip to the craft 
I benefit, when you crash, I’m credited
With the brash adrenaline 
B*st*rd, forever tense 
A drastic measure to go surpa** my enemies 
Kiss my a**, human centipede 
Do the math, add two and two together 
I’m moody when I gеt up
B*t*h, I will never let up 
Got a lot to provе, I’m better when I cop a groove 
I sever dudes and plot my next move 
You can never check us, my chess moves 
Preface my next tune 
Eat beats like it’s fresh food 
Don’t sleep, b*t*h you slept through
While I stream like a test tube 
Take two, you’re too f**king fake dude 
For me to ever take you serious  
Steering what you’re hearing 
I record till delirious 
Por favor, no silly sh*t 
Forge a new rhythm with the force
Feeling frigid, no remorse 
Fresh to death
Take the writtens to the morgue 
This is a holy war
Conflicted, strict commitment, never restricted my lonely core, of course  
Coffin shopping when I’m out of options 
Anticipating my corpse 
I’ve been locked in, living in a locked den 
I won’t ever stop until I’m in everyone’s top ten 
Tip the scales, hop  
Plot thickens, drop 
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot 
Figure that I’ll bring this in 
Don’t quiver, don’t be shocked 
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger till I pop off 
Truth can’t be erased 
Like all the scars can’t be washed off 
Life is hard 
Shout out to my d**k  
You should all hop off 
I’ve been locked in, living in a locked den 
I won’t ever stop until 
I’m in everyone’s top ten 
Tip the scales, hop  
Plot thickens, drop 
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot 
Figure that I’ll bring this in 
Don’t quiver, don’t be shocked 
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger till I pop off 
Truth can’t be erased 
Like all the scars can’t be washed off 
Life is hard 
Shout out to my d**k  
You should all hop off 
Who the f**k are you? 
To poke and bust my chops 
Hold up another shot 
Flows are oven hot 
Let me load up another Glock of hopes 
To get all of my rocks off 
And then I will top off
The prose that I dropped off 
Like a pro, bound to pop off 
Pick pocket a knock off
A chip off the block, blow both your socks off 
Beyond lost 
Do i even have soul? Like Ab Soul 
Guess I will never be Top Dawg 
It takes time to blow
So I’ll take it slow like a crock pot
Cannot I stop? f**k a stopwatch 
Sh*t you not, I just do this sh*t nonstop 
Heart on my sleeve, but I’m not a heartthrob 
Hard to believe, my heart hasn’t stopped already 
I opt to levy the proper functions  
I’m often petty
Can’t stop my hunger, Hip hops my supper 
You broads get b***ered 
I prosper under worth
And stick to the words like a chronic stutter   
S-s-s-simple as p’s and q’s 
You too simple to see truth 
Not on evening news 
Shunned from sheep to view 
To summon sneak peaks
Till it’s leaked from the others 
Sweep clutter 
Deep under deceit and each lover 
Mean mugger meek eat the crumbs from the rich 
Take a seat youngn 
Beat bumpin
Take a lease out on a dream to be somethin 
And Carve out the scene like some Halloween pumpkins
I’ve been locked in, living in a locked den 
I won’t ever stop until 
I’m in everyone’s top ten 
Tip the scales, hop  
Plot thickens, drop 
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that’s sitting, you forgot 
Figure that I’ll bring this in 
Don’t quiver, don’t be shocked 
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger till I pop off 
Truth can’t be erased 
Like all the scars can’t be washed off 
Life is hard 
Shout out to my d**k  
You should all hop off

Hop off, hop off, hop off my d**k 
Hop off, hop off, hop off my d**k 
Hop off, hop off, hop off (hop off, hop off)

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