Shout out to (Wonder)

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, whoa, yeah

(Aye)

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Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain't real but you play your role

Most of y'all pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they bleaching fabric

I'm nice guy but got a dark side

We could get it crackin' like my lips are chapping (aye)

Mediocre

Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain't real but you play your role

And most of y'all pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they bleaching fabric

I'm nice guy but got a dark side

We could get it crackin' like my lips are chapping

Keep my pen sharp just in case I gotta throw darts at you average rappers

Yo style elementary basic

My style more like doing backflips

They tryna deport savage (savage)

But my people won't have it (ah)

Disney World I'm doing magic (ah)

Act strange I'll turn yo ass to a billion ashes (ah-ah-ah)

I ain't moving passive

I'm too aggressive

You can't guard me so who you checking

Super reckless

You detective

Gotta watch em' just in case they clocking

All of my speed

Pack up the chains, aye

Roll up the trees

Light it down then you blow out the steam on a long day

With the gang in the hallway

Shawty pre-gaming, foreplay

Spread love that's my forte

That's all day

Ain't bout the money don't call me

Straight to voicemail

I hope it goes well

Your record whack but you got clout so it's gone sell

Oh well, you still

Mediocre

Everybody wanna be a rapper

You ain't real but you play your role

Most of y'all pretty decent actors

I know real goons and they on the block

Hitting stains like they bleaching fabric

I'm a nice guy but got a dark side

We could get it crackin' like my lips are chapping

Nice guy with a dark side

Keep it separated like a apartheid

No love for the oink-oinks

I don't mind they get hog tied or deep fried

For all the flagrant foul crimes they commit against my people

SAB Boy made a grown man cry that's how I know my flow regal

Now y'all get ready for the sequel (ah)

I'm bouta pop where the Wiesel

I paint the picture on an aisle (ah)

Cuz my art'll never be venal (sah)

Take a look up in the Spiegel (ah)

My skin darker than some treacle

I peeped they parched from the (hmm-yea)

Bars precise like a needle

Escanor in the sunlight

Mean rights like I'm All Might

Labels still offer 360's that's quite obtuse something ain't right

We already got Drake, Uzi, Lil Wayne, Boosie, Cole, Dot be yourself

I peeped the clout chasing, player hating publications won't support no one else

Talking bout my music hard

But I don't have enough followers

I did a hundred tickets independent for my release party y'all some swallowers

Say they support good music

They more worried bout numbers

If I became a mumble rapper that would be like when KD left the Thunder

(Shout out to Wonder)

They hating

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Clout chasing

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Foul playing

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Accusations

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They hating

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Foul playing

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Accusations

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They hating

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Foul playing

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Accusations

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They hating

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Clout chasing

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