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[Verse 1]
Only spitting over beats you remember
I come through, smelling like the beach in December
Fat boy, I used to eat a rack of ribs with ease
Lost the weight, now the rack of ribs poking through my tee
How’s it feel to grow up and you’re hoping you would be
The first basemen for the Yankees or the dopest new MC?
They poking at your dreams, you going for a deal
Sucked at baseball, but yeah my rapping skills was so left field
Believe the wildest shit with me just so I know it’s real
Need to write some timeless shit, listeners tryna cop a feel
On some break your hymen shit, you get it? Cop a feel?
So religious to the culture, man I gotta stop and kneel
Acting awkward, probably cause I’m rocking all this teal
Tough line to handle ain’t it? Check the annotations
I’m a rap genius, head bigger than average
And not the one on my neck, I’m talking about the head that get it
Get it?
[Verse 2]
Soon enough, my time is up
After graduation, I’ll admit which girls I’m tryna fuck
Make a college bracket, who I’m tryna put my penis in
Like sweet sixteen, except they’re all sleeper picks
I say the meanest shit, turning to a savage
When I’m leaving this hometown, I’m burning my baggage
Keep all my shit behind now my image reimagined
Collaborate with geniuses, starting bringing the cash in
It comes down to mathematics when you talk business in rapping
All I need is addition cause I’ll never see subtraction
Use division when I split it with my mans who made it happen
And the diamonds multiplying when I’m rhyming on these classics
Your ass waiting, it’ll be my last day 'fore I’m last placing
Got your fanbase of fag faces castrated
Won’t stop until I reach 3 diamonds
Like I’m Mistubishi driving
Give me time to eclipse
No cheer team, I make a dime do a flip
If I had to, you couldn’t sell shit to a bathroom
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