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Platonic
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Khary
Featuring(s) : Grip
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[GRIP] Uh, look [GRIP] They don't wanna see me win, back like 23, again Hope you niggas had a field day, Summer's coming, I'ma kill May Murked June, I'ma murder July, where you been, you never heard of this guy? Niggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why? Never been the type of person to lie Turning y'all into the trap, f*ck a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie Had to get this shit the harder way, me and Khary, Shaq and Penny Hardaway f*ck around, and make the magic happen, smoke and mirrors, like Imagine Dragons Tryna be active on radio, taking off, up and away we go No advance, but some "Maybe-so"'s, need the pesos, like ándale Vámonos, rápido, racks on racks on racks on racks on racks To rap on tracks I'm tryna up the status quo', been on a whole 'nother wave They know they can never surf with me, only those that got it out the dirt with me Rappers sayin' they the god, I'm guessin' I'm atheist, then Dancin' with Satan again They say I'm trippin', 'cause I'm choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, uh, that's just the space that I'm in, yeah I'd rather keep it a buck, f*ck tryna' fake and pretend Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin' Shit you can't stomach, think you might vomit Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money [Khary] Damn, where all my common sense go? f*ck all your daps and pounds, feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones Boy down to Earth, another verse could probably pay rent from Get him a hearse, these niggas worse than the holes they take shits from, lately can't sleep Aye, lately can't sleep, I be up in the mornin', don't got a job, but it's not unemployment I know who I am, know I got the components to conquer the world, while I scratch my cojones Which makes the next line more important: I'm goin' nuts Don't give a f*ck, name on a list, don't need a plug, don't need a plug, only trust us Only wake up, I'm eating good, they in the dust With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well, damn, they lookin' sus Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion, I promise to keep it a buck I know, for me, there's no ceiling, the sky is revealing, the stars, I aligned with my bros 'Bout to tour in Europe, homie, you're up, the final countdown Niggas think they Randy, but more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow I know female dogs, bad bitches that want to pow wow But I'd rather the money, I'm like, "Now, now", yeah Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin' Shit you can't stomach, think you might vomit Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money
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