Lyrics

Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie Im ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make any instrumental great Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie Im ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make any instrumental great Trynna break records like Guinness Committed I'm timid In everything that I envisioned Lately I feel like my energy shifted Into a condition Addicted to winning These rappers is actors And that ain't a joke Stunt for the cameras they actually Broke I admit that I ain't famous at All I stay true me Cause I'm naturally dope Hand me the soap because this flow Is dirty I know that I'm blessed I live with no Worries People they copy my flow and my Style Probably gon' have to go call my Attorney Fly like a birdie Yo bitch is so flirty Invite her to smash She suck me like Kirby I'm showing no mercy I'm here for my nut Asked for a kiss I gave her a Hershey Pass me the turkey we eat like a Holiday Damè dinero I need that shit andelè Stuck to the code I'm stacking my Broccoli You focused on hoes I'm focused on properties This is my artistry Floww thru arteries Rapping too easy It ain't even hard for Name someone hard as me Flowing retardly I'm just a freshman that balling on Varsity Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie I am ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make a any instrumental great Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie Im ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make any instrumental great I'm living so good But I'm feeling so hated Use be patient But now I just anxious I'm back in the basement We whipping the the dope Cracking these codes Hacking the matrix I'm back to the basics I'm actually faded I'm trynna become internationally hated And for all the people that's talking Online They just real mad that We actually Made it Hand me the henny you know that I'm chugging it Might scoop your girl for the fuck of It Aye People be talking all wild but in Public they stress How they fuck with my music it's great Lately I'm feeling like everyone's fake Lately I feel like Im stuck In my way Ways Lately I feel this shit was deserved Nights without sleep I was making Them plays Now I'm sick with tempos Pop like a pistol They all throw shade but I shine like A crystal Cruising down lake shore kush out The window Watch shorty legs open up like a flip Phone Been underrated Know that I been dope Life's like a matrix Breaking out of limbo One flip of the switch and I fire like a Zippo I'm lit as a bitch when it come to Making tempos Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie I am ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make a any instrumental great Sick with the tempos Shorty wanna get low Got more drive than benzo Aye Homie Im ten toes I don't fuck with intros I can make any instrumental great
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