Okay so uh, this part of the album, I put it at the end
I wrote everything back in 2017 um
Yeah it was an interesting time, I was doing great
Me and Danny Aguilar had this band called "The Hypothesis,"
Never really followed through with anything
So I figured I'd perform the songs now and see how they go
Let's do it
Coffee stains on my pants
Burn myself, don't need the meds
Got the ex callin' feds
Got them Gucci sweatpants
Bitch don't step on my shoes
Nah I'm bending the rules
Got yo bitch sending me nudes
Spent 90 mil on my cruise
300k on the Rarri
Don't touch it you cannot effort it
Your raps be old, Atari
She tell me that I be the shit
Everybody be aware, I got raps that you cannot bear
F*ck with me? Don't you dare
I'll give you a sec to say your prayer
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
Got yo bitch calling me over
Now gotta go call my chauffeur
She got me hard, boulder
She give me brain cuz I told her
Gotta make millions every year
Ain't nothing like my career
What's got' be next? It's unclear
Cuts on you gonna be sever
They say we ain't got' make it
Not what I heard when yo bitch naked
You say you famous, but you fake it
Honestly, you should just go and quit
Now it's time for us to make a hit
Everybody knows we gon' be the shit
We gon' be in the cockpit
All your fans be counterfeit
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
They call me a child of God
I think I just ain't be flawed
This ain't be no facade
So deadly I be outlawed
Got my Rollie iced out
We da best, that's a no doubt
Tuesday be my night out
Gettin' money is what we 'bout
Three different girls in a week
The girl that you got be antique
I got the perfect physique
Ain't nothing you can critique
Nobody like my technique
Only cuz it be unique
We know your rhymes be bleak
I've got rhymes so dirty you'll shriek
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
ContraVein - CommonSense Lyrics
ContraVein - CommonSense Lyrics
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Okay so uh, this part of the album, I put it at the end
I wrote everything back in 2017 um
Yeah it was an interesting time, I was doing great
Me and Danny Aguilar had this band called "The Hypothesis,"
Never really followed through with anything
So I figured I'd perform the songs now and see how they go
Let's do it
Coffee stains on my pants
Burn myself, don't need the meds
Got the ex callin' feds
Got them Gucci sweatpants
Bitch don't step on my shoes
Nah I'm bending the rules
Got yo bitch sending me nudes
Spent 90 mil on my cruise
300k on the Rarri
Don't touch it you cannot effort it
Your raps be old, Atari
She tell me that I be the shit
Everybody be aware, I got raps that you cannot bear
F*ck with me? Don't you dare
I'll give you a sec to say your prayer
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
Got yo bitch calling me over
Now gotta go call my chauffeur
She got me hard, boulder
She give me brain cuz I told her
Gotta make millions every year
Ain't nothing like my career
What's got' be next? It's unclear
Cuts on you gonna be sever
They say we ain't got' make it
Not what I heard when yo bitch naked
You say you famous, but you fake it
Honestly, you should just go and quit
Now it's time for us to make a hit
Everybody knows we gon' be the shit
We gon' be in the cockpit
All your fans be counterfeit
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
They call me a child of God
I think I just ain't be flawed
This ain't be no facade
So deadly I be outlawed
Got my Rollie iced out
We da best, that's a no doubt
Tuesday be my night out
Gettin' money is what we 'bout
Three different girls in a week
The girl that you got be antique
I got the perfect physique
Ain't nothing you can critique
Nobody like my technique
Only cuz it be unique
We know your rhymes be bleak
I've got rhymes so dirty you'll shriek
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
I wrote everything back in 2017 um
Yeah it was an interesting time, I was doing great
Me and Danny Aguilar had this band called "The Hypothesis,"
Never really followed through with anything
So I figured I'd perform the songs now and see how they go
Let's do it
Coffee stains on my pants
Burn myself, don't need the meds
Got the ex callin' feds
Got them Gucci sweatpants
Bitch don't step on my shoes
Nah I'm bending the rules
Got yo bitch sending me nudes
Spent 90 mil on my cruise
300k on the Rarri
Don't touch it you cannot effort it
Your raps be old, Atari
She tell me that I be the shit
Everybody be aware, I got raps that you cannot bear
F*ck with me? Don't you dare
I'll give you a sec to say your prayer
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
Got yo bitch calling me over
Now gotta go call my chauffeur
She got me hard, boulder
She give me brain cuz I told her
Gotta make millions every year
Ain't nothing like my career
What's got' be next? It's unclear
Cuts on you gonna be sever
They say we ain't got' make it
Not what I heard when yo bitch naked
You say you famous, but you fake it
Honestly, you should just go and quit
Now it's time for us to make a hit
Everybody knows we gon' be the shit
We gon' be in the cockpit
All your fans be counterfeit
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
They call me a child of God
I think I just ain't be flawed
This ain't be no facade
So deadly I be outlawed
Got my Rollie iced out
We da best, that's a no doubt
Tuesday be my night out
Gettin' money is what we 'bout
Three different girls in a week
The girl that you got be antique
I got the perfect physique
Ain't nothing you can critique
Nobody like my technique
Only cuz it be unique
We know your rhymes be bleak
I've got rhymes so dirty you'll shriek
ContraVein dropping this
Leaving you profitless
Right for the esophagus
Loss of consciousness
Do not face the consequence
Rap dominance
Money? Bottomless
Listen, it's common sense
Writer: Jason Ardan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid