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If you can't join 'em, beat 'em Put them on a plate and eat 'em No sugar coating, no sweetener Peek how I control alt delete them Sitting in the back of the auditorium Wipe the whole theatre floor with them Yeah it’s happening again, I’m bored of them You man are killing me, I’m born again All I ever tried to do was stay shapeless Introduce the new flavours Now it’s had a few straighteners Let’s talk sh*t and annoy the new neighbours Boy, what the f**k you know about patience? f**k you know about greatness? All they do is stay tasteless While everything become weightless Look, man are shapeless, formless No edges, boundaries or borders Got ‘em staring at us all gormless Can’t outdo or outperform us Why man are shapeless, formless Work the gold and hold corners Can smell the sharks in these waters You man ain’t fit to bark orders Never I was just carving a lane Tryna unsharpen the pain Hard as it is, there’s another part of the brain That’s tryna turn a spark to a flame Let me start again Out here levelling the land Member when I never had a plan Developing a brand f**k that, they don’t understand Now I’m getting shelly in Milan Get it while you can Go on girl, get it while you can Tell ‘em that he did cos he could Promises are good Should’ve had the money in the hand Something that I’ve never understood Mad but he said he ain’t Yeah I bet he ain’t He keep talking but it doesn’t resonate So I gave the whole boardroom a bellyache Celebrate, fall down seven times, get up eight How man are shapeless, formless No edges, boundaries or borders Got ‘em staring at us all gormless Can’t outdo or outperform us Why man are shapeless, formless Work the gold and hold corners Can smell the sharks in these waters You man ain’t fit to bark orders Shut up Could’ve been a better way to put it But I said it how I see And I ain’t gon’ apologise Talking 'bout money yeah it’s funny When you reach god level how the devil wanna monetise Who the hell am I to tell ‘em otherwise? Ain’t hopping on that wave like them other guys See ‘em bowling about, chest out Rocking all that metal in the mouth like it qualifies You’re a fanny in disguise That’s a lot of lies See you in your videos with a lot of guys Bruv, you ain’t got the brains to philosophise b*t*h, you ain’t got the balls to monopolise You will never see the dots on them bottom lines Everything the boy touch supermodifies You’re mistaking the sh*ts for the butterflies One false move, everybody dies
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