Yuh mm you wanna beat yo meat take seat why you tryna suck my feet straight off the beat im clean im sippin the soda lamborghini equipped with a motor till i hop in the fast lane reminiscing my past pain smoking on tree top caines i write my songs vain but im slayin got me savin

Im bout to go on a killing spree no you feelin me got these rap poems and then the kings wife i really need these hoes a bunch of billie jeans just dropped a hundred k on my portfolio you a

Penny stock you keep you balenciaga hes got plenty drama man im feeling like 20 mamas im barley rich imma need like 10 rhianas

Sippin on this beer waiting for the end in fear the end is near oh wait its here dont give me clear

Lookin like monty and clare thats fair mumble hm you wanna have a bit of a rumble fumble make your knees crumble

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Confinement your lack reclinement you're used to decline meant- I say the same shit every song bitchh keep this shit on dance i vibe in France

We are a metamorphosis growin leaving you in abortion cold seat might need to let it heat this is not my last beat

Im at this grave sight thinking of all these brave sights thinking about killing someone i might hate and i can see that sight happening on the same night might get a fright can't be in sight lil does he know im bringing that same knife

I like blood I like suds potatoes I wanna murder all of my haters I wanna kill with no regrets I’m so obsessed I’m in awe i just wanna get down and roar I kill and get applause

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Confinement your lack reclinement you're used to decline meant- I say the same shit every song bitchh keep this shit on dance I vibe in France