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[Speech: Plain Simple]
Aye 'Preme I don’t think they ready
We always been something new
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Plain Simple]
I love my shoes, I love my clothes, I love my checks
But we use it in the wrong context
The complex meaning is so farfetched
So I wrote this trying to dry my eyes
Hoping that these words will lead from my demise
Above the musical stalise
Embrace the acronym, say it loud
AFG, Aspired For Greatness
In a year a two you’ll worship our name bitch
Ignorance through our diligence I spit realer shit
Pestilence through your malcotense you old filtered bitch
I dismantle the Bantu Knots of your bitch, she can’t handle
The DICKtation I spit for your fan view
Plain you wilding man whats got into you?
See I’m aggravated and it hurt sometimes
But that aggravation turn my devastation into hooks & rhymes
So respect my shine
The Rolling Stone of my time
The Cure to the Rush of rap with no rhyme
Coldplay ofays speak truth but your Third Eye Blind
The wine dine lifestyle not mine
When I write the song the truth lies in the loop
Uncouth, Walkin tall call me Cool Hand Luke
Girls tell the truth, Im smoove like a Nupe
In the afterlife I write a curse, Death is life in reverse
Put the hearse in reverse & revamp the worst of killings
A master villain, Averaging the mass appeal
And I never thought I see the day that I make my way on TV
A dream is a wish with no plan, So keep a nigga song on repeat
[Verse 2: So, SUPREME]
Uh baby girl I don’t really wanna tweak
But I love it when you put my songs on repeat
Got a nigga feeling like he belong on the beat
Got a size 12 shoe, what they say bout big feet?
I’m her favorite rapper, she favorites my tweets
Shoutout to Al Guap and shoutout to AZ beats
Only see a nigga when his name next to „feat”
I am outstanding I guess I’ll have a seat, wait
Dumb niggas still want to talk
But we all spit blind shooting shots in the dark
And I would keep going but I ran out of time
1, 2, 3 now I ran out of rhyme
Couldn’t find a girl but instead I found a dime
And she wanna give me brain til’ I change her mind
Now I got 2 nickels and a nigga that could rhyme
And I guess thats common sense and some cents for your mind
Goddamn, your bitch think my shit go hard
Til’ I fuck her brains out leaving thoughts on the floor
Woah, and I hate it when a nigga try to diss you in a bar
And I wish a nigga wood like my dick on the hard
Tell a ho keep up, bitch I am star
Niggas doing par its backwards, fuck dot
I wish you could see my life at a angle
But niggas skipping tracks like a line and some triangles
Like ho I ain’t gon’ sign you
Now @ me again and you dying dude
Made a mixtape, I could do better
Man fuck-a-dat shit i was straight flexing
Man I couldn’t do a song just to get people’s
And now I got dollars and I’m pay attention, wait
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