F*ck you, you ain't gettin my beat
F*ck you, come kiss on my feet
I got bands I snap on your face
Lil' hater you are such a disgrace
I'm next up like a batter box
Political gon' batter Fox
Touch crowns don't give a f*ck
Got rounds I keep it tuck
Mic mightier than glock
Shooter die before Pac
Only line I got is the box
Office lit as f*ck I got stock
Started from dorkdom
I learned and I forked 'em
You clone what you pull from
'Bout to go so dumb
Don't bite I just write
How you diss with a ghost write
In other words you ain't right
Eat off of what I type
Eat y'all like Pac Man
I rule from this Mac man
Potential for stacks, damn
Lineman I sack them
Revenge of the Malcolm
And Bean is the new one
Been on a new run
Stuck game like glue gun
Been feeling naughty
No hiding the bodies
They out in the open
Y'all lookin so dumb
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
The ghost of your ghostwriter here to haunt you
God bless me just like I just went ahh choo
Give me my trophies, and give me my praise
Low key I'm Loki, disguised as your plays
I'm real no Insta
Go dumb I'm finna'
Fame slow like stupid
But I'm still gon do it
Run Forest run
Out run my gun
I shoot words
Your shit's turds
I'm not lucky I'm blessed
Say that shit with my chest
Hey spot me I'm 'bout to flex
There's a boulder on my shoulder
I've grown older and more colder
And I know I'm the best
Bro smile here is some crest
No more am I atheist
Unless you're god what a jest
Press play the women say next
No parties, yes you're addressed
Dog you lost it go fetch
Touchdown on your jet
Look me in my pupil and tell me that you're not stretched
Look me in my pupil and say nothing at best
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F*ck you, you ain't gettin my beat
F*ck you, come kiss on my feet
I got bands I snap on your face
Lil' hater you are such a disgrace
I'm next up like a batter box
Political gon' batter Fox
Touch crowns don't give a f*ck
Got rounds I keep it tuck
Mic mightier than glock
Shooter die before Pac
Only line I got is the box
Office lit as f*ck I got stock
Started from dorkdom
I learned and I forked 'em
You clone what you pull from
'Bout to go so dumb
Don't bite I just write
How you diss with a ghost write
In other words you ain't right
Eat off of what I type
Eat y'all like Pac Man
I rule from this Mac man
Potential for stacks, damn
Lineman I sack them
Revenge of the Malcolm
And Bean is the new one
Been on a new run
Stuck game like glue gun
Been feeling naughty
No hiding the bodies
They out in the open
Y'all lookin so dumb
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
The ghost of your ghostwriter here to haunt you
God bless me just like I just went ahh choo
Give me my trophies, and give me my praise
Low key I'm Loki, disguised as your plays
I'm real no Insta
Go dumb I'm finna'
Fame slow like stupid
But I'm still gon do it
Run Forest run
Out run my gun
I shoot words
Your shit's turds
I'm not lucky I'm blessed
Say that shit with my chest
Hey spot me I'm 'bout to flex
There's a boulder on my shoulder
I've grown older and more colder
And I know I'm the best
Bro smile here is some crest
No more am I atheist
Unless you're god what a jest
Press play the women say next
No parties, yes you're addressed
Dog you lost it go fetch
Touchdown on your jet
Look me in my pupil and tell me that you're not stretched
Look me in my pupil and say nothing at best
F*ck you, come kiss on my feet
I got bands I snap on your face
Lil' hater you are such a disgrace
I'm next up like a batter box
Political gon' batter Fox
Touch crowns don't give a f*ck
Got rounds I keep it tuck
Mic mightier than glock
Shooter die before Pac
Only line I got is the box
Office lit as f*ck I got stock
Started from dorkdom
I learned and I forked 'em
You clone what you pull from
'Bout to go so dumb
Don't bite I just write
How you diss with a ghost write
In other words you ain't right
Eat off of what I type
Eat y'all like Pac Man
I rule from this Mac man
Potential for stacks, damn
Lineman I sack them
Revenge of the Malcolm
And Bean is the new one
Been on a new run
Stuck game like glue gun
Been feeling naughty
No hiding the bodies
They out in the open
Y'all lookin so dumb
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
Y'all play pretend
We always win
Light up the night
I'm here to write
The ghost of your ghostwriter here to haunt you
God bless me just like I just went ahh choo
Give me my trophies, and give me my praise
Low key I'm Loki, disguised as your plays
I'm real no Insta
Go dumb I'm finna'
Fame slow like stupid
But I'm still gon do it
Run Forest run
Out run my gun
I shoot words
Your shit's turds
I'm not lucky I'm blessed
Say that shit with my chest
Hey spot me I'm 'bout to flex
There's a boulder on my shoulder
I've grown older and more colder
And I know I'm the best
Bro smile here is some crest
No more am I atheist
Unless you're god what a jest
Press play the women say next
No parties, yes you're addressed
Dog you lost it go fetch
Touchdown on your jet
Look me in my pupil and tell me that you're not stretched
Look me in my pupil and say nothing at best
Writer: Joshua Patton
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