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[Verse 1]
No stress no trip
This is the story of my solo rip
Every line like a brand new whip
Bitches callin me the ace of spades
Cuz every girl I met gets aids
My career was beginning to fade
Making raps just to get paid
Prison rape and nigger apes
My music was no longer my escape
Shitting in the closet, watching my balls drip
I realized my life was one of a slave ship
Speed in my veins, no longer in pain
Bitches want to hop on my solo trip train
You beginning to complain, taking my lines in vain
Bitch, listen as I make these lines rain
Oh, and a hook ascertain
[Hook/Hook]
So fast ,so clear
So fresh, so dear
So light, no drear
This is the story of my solo career
All fire, no smoke
All hits, no joke
These are the words that I have spoke
Make money, make bank
Make power, make rank
Make fast, make jank
Welcome to the world of my think tank
[Verse 2]
Now lets bring this shit back to court
These one liners beginning to become their own sport
After ejaculation, I still produce a dry quart
My verses so strong, haters can’t retort
Living life as if i’m the MVP
My blood is filled wth the HIV
Some may see this a problem, even a curse
I view this as a way to create a blank verse
Every time I rap, its my own traverse
Living a lie, I can’t deny
My music career belongs with the 4.1.5
The fossas has kept my drive
Some may call it dumb, maybe a threat
Starting a solo career without a mixtape dropping yet
Do not fret, we are adept, once you hear our lyrics even your mom will be wet
Dropping the first album without breaking a sweat
[Hook/outro]
So fast ,so clear
So fresh, so dear
So light, no drear
This is the story of my solo career
All fire, no smoke
All hits, no joke
These are the words that I have spoke
Make money, make bank
Make power, make rank
Make fast, make jank
Welcome to the world of my think tank
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