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b*t*h, pewm
Yeah

It's ya, favorite record label aborted kid
I showed 'em what lawless is, I'll bring a coffin up in them offices
And f**k an industry plant, I plant a bomb at an industry buildin'
Somethin' got into me man, said "I'm goin' straight to the league"
They said "I'm half insane" went to the NBA a young boy like the rapper name
And you don't worry bout the score, you scorin' have the game
I'm past you lames, if you in front I lapped you lames
Way before Covid been had to mask the pain
My dawg was masked the f**k up, like a butler was tryna catch a stain
Never home but I livе rent free up in rapper brain
On any active day, my balls arе on an actress chain
Y'all lack the range, I been like this I ain't have to change
Was movin pack for days with a pack of strays
Went from trap houses to houses where all you see in the back mountains
Half my days you on clubhouse talkin' bout your accolades
f**kin' pussies don't ever play me like another rookie
They never understood me, I'm from West Brighton where they love the juxin
Walk around without a grip with drip, you gon' get dropped
Like the son of cookie, they be like "run that hoodie"
I'm at Miami at the Fontainebleau with your spouse and boo
I wanna eat more but I'm full and her mouth is too
I'm out tomorrow, I'll send her right back to the house for you
Y'all food and I forgot it's rude to open your mouth and chew b*t*h, yeah
And I be on that new sh*t, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou d**k, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do sh*t, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a f**k about what you think, b*t*h

Had to give 'em the cold shoulder, but they know I got the heat
Like I stay with the BIC, write like a diary flow, diarrhea I stay with the sh*ts
Treat my opps like a thot dawg, I ain't aimin' to miss
Advil's get popped daily like a teenager with zits
I'm drivin em crazy again, I know they hate when I win
They never caught a lick, all that they take is offense
Made a lot of sh*t, only thing I won't make is amends
Already took it there, I guess I'ma take it again
And they ain't touchin' that, they be spritin' faster than the runnin' back
Im so New York I might just bring Dutch's Back
Motherf**kas buy kicks but stuck up in they mom crib
If the shoe fits run a lap, they whole life is f**kin' cap
If they sleepin' on me, I can make 'em take another nap
Rest in peace, demon flow, but shorty head is heavenly, yeah
In bed with me, we be trippin' like the 70's
Kill my enemies but inside they dyin' to be friends with me, yeah
sh*t I walk around like I'm exempted from karma
I'm the best regardless, I'll be known up in the west a martyr
Use to make music at your crib and wouldn't get supported
Now they try to play me like I'm dumb 'cause those checks retarded, yeah
Use to throw five on and eighth, now it's an ounce at least
Funny how they start reachin when you out of reach, yeah
I got it out the mud and got a house for me
I'm the one that got out, they got it out for me, yeah
And I be on that new sh*t, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou d**k, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do sh*t, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a f**k about what you think, b*t*h
Yeah, and I be on that new sh*t, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou d**k, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do sh*t, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a f**k about what you think, b*t*h

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