Baby lets get trill
Ill all for the skill
Lets get rich
Make more for the bills
New car nice clothes
Get it all in a deal
I been tryna write bars
That you all gonna feel
Got chill when I wrote this
Know what I mean
E2 when I smoke this
Bowl full of green
Take 2 for the ho shit
Don't wanna see
You true to the flow shit
Don't gotta sing
Got things
That I gotta get off my chest
You think
That you gonna come top my best
I'm king
For the lyricism Won't take less
You think
That I kill a vision don't say yes
Im all for the rap game homie
Please don't talk much if you don't know me
I got more shit I just keep holding
Work so hard that I catch you folding
Dudda dudda bullshit just went viral
Stutter bruddas who dis your shit spiral
Cut anudda fool clip I get pyro
Gotta a dumb it through to get them high dudes
Sitting there thinking
That I need to drop the pace
I gotta get it all written
Not a spot to waste
Just cop the bass
I'm hitting you across the face
With the next best rapper
To cop a place
On a playlist
Faded
Talk to the haters
Thow a middle finger out
To all the debaters
I picked up the mic
Didn't call in the favours
Shout out to Eminem
Your the creator
Need a little bit of medicine
That a sin I don't give a f*ck
When I cut a sing gutter king
All up In my cup
I don't gotta sing
Hotter ping you da runner up
An another thing butter fing
Hotter potter pac
I don't f*ck with a mumble
Buck for the rumbles
I don't wanna play
2pac for the bumble
Huck for the crumble
Suck on a thumble
Fo fo fake
So stuck to da humble
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Baby lets get trill
Ill all for the skill
Lets get rich
Make more for the bills
New car nice clothes
Get it all in a deal
I been tryna write bars
That you all gonna feel
Got chill when I wrote this
Know what I mean
E2 when I smoke this
Bowl full of green
Take 2 for the ho shit
Don't wanna see
You true to the flow shit
Don't gotta sing
Got things
That I gotta get off my chest
You think
That you gonna come top my best
I'm king
For the lyricism Won't take less
You think
That I kill a vision don't say yes
Im all for the rap game homie
Please don't talk much if you don't know me
I got more shit I just keep holding
Work so hard that I catch you folding
Dudda dudda bullshit just went viral
Stutter bruddas who dis your shit spiral
Cut anudda fool clip I get pyro
Gotta a dumb it through to get them high dudes
Sitting there thinking
That I need to drop the pace
I gotta get it all written
Not a spot to waste
Just cop the bass
I'm hitting you across the face
With the next best rapper
To cop a place
On a playlist
Faded
Talk to the haters
Thow a middle finger out
To all the debaters
I picked up the mic
Didn't call in the favours
Shout out to Eminem
Your the creator
Need a little bit of medicine
That a sin I don't give a f*ck
When I cut a sing gutter king
All up In my cup
I don't gotta sing
Hotter ping you da runner up
An another thing butter fing
Hotter potter pac
I don't f*ck with a mumble
Buck for the rumbles
I don't wanna play
2pac for the bumble
Huck for the crumble
Suck on a thumble
Fo fo fake
So stuck to da humble
Ill all for the skill
Lets get rich
Make more for the bills
New car nice clothes
Get it all in a deal
I been tryna write bars
That you all gonna feel
Got chill when I wrote this
Know what I mean
E2 when I smoke this
Bowl full of green
Take 2 for the ho shit
Don't wanna see
You true to the flow shit
Don't gotta sing
Got things
That I gotta get off my chest
You think
That you gonna come top my best
I'm king
For the lyricism Won't take less
You think
That I kill a vision don't say yes
Im all for the rap game homie
Please don't talk much if you don't know me
I got more shit I just keep holding
Work so hard that I catch you folding
Dudda dudda bullshit just went viral
Stutter bruddas who dis your shit spiral
Cut anudda fool clip I get pyro
Gotta a dumb it through to get them high dudes
Sitting there thinking
That I need to drop the pace
I gotta get it all written
Not a spot to waste
Just cop the bass
I'm hitting you across the face
With the next best rapper
To cop a place
On a playlist
Faded
Talk to the haters
Thow a middle finger out
To all the debaters
I picked up the mic
Didn't call in the favours
Shout out to Eminem
Your the creator
Need a little bit of medicine
That a sin I don't give a f*ck
When I cut a sing gutter king
All up In my cup
I don't gotta sing
Hotter ping you da runner up
An another thing butter fing
Hotter potter pac
I don't f*ck with a mumble
Buck for the rumbles
I don't wanna play
2pac for the bumble
Huck for the crumble
Suck on a thumble
Fo fo fake
So stuck to da humble
Writer: Johnny Brickell
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