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Crackin the seal on a Baby Jeeter pack Price just went up like how Hollywood weed is taxed And trust that if me and Cas Get the beat its a casket Or evenly matched with the fusion Gogeta dance Hear what I'm saiyan? I speak then act In a world that won't speak it back Only listen then criticize those that I'm speaking at "But who does it benefit what are some features that" See that's the problem right there Still some weakness attached To the thought of competin' for something most people lack Bothered if not enough see and react Apologies I get too deep when I rap And flow like a faucet unleashed at the tap Slowly evolving, experience maxed as I only grow farther from peace that'll last Polished and sharpened on beats like a Blacksmith Offered his craftsmanship as if Jack isn't That of all trades but especially captions S are wordsmiths' personal atlas I keep hearin' talks how they canvas and sweep Hoping that'll mean street stays intact But then market someone who ain't even been charged with the lease of a track But they beez in the trap Not like be in the trap But an actual bee Dying breed it's a fact My esteem is attracted To making sure history repeats When I snap, on Who believes their energy Is gonna match, haa It's just a Smoke Session What do I say dawg, and how do I sound? No stressin And how we gon' make it from off of the ground No question There's probably too many I'll sit this one out But call me if anything changes, I doubt You gon' make it With Nobody Famous around Chevy Gang Over Everythang Creative Coalition Nobody Famous You bitch ass rapper Been talkin' my shit for a minute I think they just figured out I got an ego I take the Potara from Jack, go Vegito I Off ya whole Set then Take Off like the Migos I'm whippin' up hot shit, sofritos Ay, Dios Mío! Cas doper than a kilo Gas smoker just OG tho I passed over all my heroes Coulda got the And one I passed over all my free throws Give me assists Just don't get me pissed Compare me to dead rappers all of the living ones mid You don't get nooo play in my Chevy All of you niggas get skipped Actual factuals Me and Jack hit the jackpot in this bitch, yee Irrational capital Moonwalk on tracks and I don't even try with this shit, yee Impractical natural We Nobody Famous and famous nobodies I leave ya favorite rappers brainless no body These picture perfect verses frame it no copy I hit ya nerve on purpose aim it bro wobbly Like whoa whoa get yo balance together That four four get yo atoms unsevered Hey oh no you can't handle the pressure This cold flow like a talent suppressor It's just a Smoke Session What do I say dawg, and how do I sound? No stressin And how we gon' make it from off of the ground No question There's probably too many I'll sit this one out But call me if anything changes, I doubt You gon' make it With Nobody Famous around
Writer(s): Christopher Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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