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[Verse 1: YXVNGLXRD]
Uh, Pound Cake on my dinner plate
Slip a molly in the chalice, challenge Alice for a date
New team these niggas gotta get off me
Never spent a Buck and now im balling like Milwaukee
Meant to send a shoutout to my haters so suck me
I could call your girl and eat her pussy like lunch meat
Mawty told me get a bucket so i had to a jack a three
I’m such of a casualty
Adam would be mad at me
Cus I’m in the garden
Cooling with my dogs and i never gave a fuck so i fucked Eve under the apple tree
Did it raw, so dirty, not a sight to see
Black and yellow, flyer than a motherfucking bag of bees
And shoutout to my old girls back at Madison
I could fuck em’ all middle fingers to the faculty
But women these days want a real man
I’ve been getting hot, yo i think i need a real fan
Fuck a fucking hybeast, i jump over the jumpman
I’m so fucking high the astronaut told me „Whats Up Man”
Sucka nigga suck a nigga fronting on the flows
Everybody got enemies even Kobe got twenty foes
Woah
[Verse 2: Mawty Maw]
Al Guap Killin’, Mawty Maw Killin’, iCon Killin’
And SUPREME Killin’, Make it Plain Killin’, and SemaJ Killin’
Y’all look up to us like we dripping from the ceiling
We be leaking so they use a zip file instead
Even with concussions niggas know I’ll always be ahead
I’m gettin bread, I ain’t never been the type to tease
Y’all ain’t in my league so that’s why you going overseas
Sticks, stones, and written poems brought bigger homes
Their hate was obstacles watch me dribble through all the cones
I’m official but niggas know that my flow foul
They think they LeBron my whistle don’t blow for flops now
I’m in the lead tell em’ follow me like directions
They out they mind, I put em’ in line like Pres’ elections
Ain’t gotta rap too long I keep the lessons short
Cause I gotta flow that’s tighter than compression shorts
Imma go hard on this one… Ugh..
[Verse 3: Mawty Maw]
Weezy told me get the demons out my demonstration
And so my clique got smaller like uh simplified equation
Rounded off the numbers til there were no duplicators
We the niggas on top, y’all the denominators
My heart racing
Paper Dream Chasin
Just the thought that it started in Thomas skeeters basement
The All Black Accord
Remember Days When I would Rap Bout Shit I Can’t Afford
And pussy so wet I need a diving board
At the age 11 nigga I had Concords
12 had the flu, 13 I had game on the spot
At 14 niggas told me this was my last shot
At 15 niggas had to stop wearing me out
I’m 16 spittin’ 16s that niggas didn’t think I was bout
Wow, So fuck what you hearin
Remember talent doesn’t always have to match appearance
I tell em’ take the elevator because it’s rude to stare
Or tell em’ send em’ to the carnival cause life isn’t fair
The chain was broken we getting there, that’s wear and tear
Tables turned and niggas missing they silverware
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