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I used to want to play ball, now I just want to rap
Typical black, of course the hair is coarse
Not really that good at losing, so I switched up the sport
More or less, it’s always more
Though I confess, I put this beat up in the morg
Their own mortality what got these rappers mortified
I’m high as Mordecai I high five ghosts
With no muscle man cause I’m too busy skipping the coasts
You been the son I been your pops, I just rigged it to show
And if you ain’t know that’s on the regular
I’m going for the jugular, they should keep a record of
My styles like one man hall of fame
And just because you got the ball don’t mean you can call it game
I call it shame, don’t call my name
Cause it don’t sound as well coming from the lips
You sheep ass nigga, fuck what you heard from the herd
Keep your word at your hip, and I ain’t talking the sword of god
Or talking bout clips, I’m talking the limp
Pimp, don’t let ‘em catch you slip
I’m munching on a bag a chips relaxed as if
The damaged did will suddenly relapse and then
We can all be happy now, and not the Pharrell shit
The selfie selfishness, just know that hell exist
Cause we live here now, look in my eyes
And see your heaven, can we get there now
…fool I been profound
You ain’t been doing the education
Like fuck grammar fuck legislation
Two things I hate the most
I’ll say that shit as toast at my brothers wedding
And boast and put on a show
Eyeing the bridesmaid
Show her the standing up, she gave me a standing o
Applaud the craft, do the match, I just want my credit
You can keep the cash, kiss my ass
Cuz I been here and still I’m up next like a re-run
Look at all that we done
The fans you got gon’ hear our shit
And turn to you for refunds
Someone tell Drake he should never let the beat run
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