Six-four blunts to my face Nintendo
Rap to slow gotta turn up tempo
Limitless range bounce back like an echo
Kickin' up rocks new shoes they retro
Big bankroll yeah lookin' to fresh
RIP Bank Fresh who next
Tits on lock can't open no chest
Pass one text next move have sex
If you don't eat the pilly
Pill gon' eat you
Something smellin' fishy I don't f*ck wit' sea food
Im a glass window see it all come see through
Breaking back boards homies call me three two (Shaq)
Only way you up is if you add a screw (Screw up)
A'int talkin' no pussy don't f*ck wit' my boo (Cat)
I be in a fort it's late at night I got the loot
I be in a challenger I challenge her to shoot
Two three I'm Lebron (James)
Shoot at me you gone
Stare at me when I was born an omen demon spawn
I got a little flame spark it up with some gasoline (Some what)
Bottomless pit of rage burn a page in my magazine (huh yeah)
Nemesis lookin' featherless they'll never be fly as me (I'm fly like a bird)
Flyin' up on a Pegasus and I'm wit' a dime piece (Uh yeah)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag (Thats my brother bitch)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag
Cut the lights
Eyes roll back like a headshot
F*ck a bank bitch I keep my cash in the bread spot
Over at my crib I f*ck her so good make her legs lock
I can't feel my limbs
Can't stand up call that a dead squat
Every rapper stealing all my flow and stealing cadences
I don't want the beef I'm stayin' humble no more bacon bits
Looking in a mirror if I wanna see what amazing is
I a'int got no rapper friends I just got me acquaintances
Fooling every person in the room I'm letting satan in
I ain't Liam Neeson cuz I don't know where they've taken him
Lately I been stuck between like takin' a break
Or findin' my worth
I'm livin' a curse
When you comin' over you just make it worse
Lately I been stuck inside the studio like what do I make
I ain't from the earth
Date and time of birth I'm puttin' that on a shirt
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English
Six-four blunts to my face Nintendo
Rap to slow gotta turn up tempo
Limitless range bounce back like an echo
Kickin' up rocks new shoes they retro
Big bankroll yeah lookin' to fresh
RIP Bank Fresh who next
Tits on lock can't open no chest
Pass one text next move have sex
If you don't eat the pilly
Pill gon' eat you
Something smellin' fishy I don't f*ck wit' sea food
Im a glass window see it all come see through
Breaking back boards homies call me three two (Shaq)
Only way you up is if you add a screw (Screw up)
A'int talkin' no pussy don't f*ck wit' my boo (Cat)
I be in a fort it's late at night I got the loot
I be in a challenger I challenge her to shoot
Two three I'm Lebron (James)
Shoot at me you gone
Stare at me when I was born an omen demon spawn
I got a little flame spark it up with some gasoline (Some what)
Bottomless pit of rage burn a page in my magazine (huh yeah)
Nemesis lookin' featherless they'll never be fly as me (I'm fly like a bird)
Flyin' up on a Pegasus and I'm wit' a dime piece (Uh yeah)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag (Thats my brother bitch)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag
Cut the lights
Eyes roll back like a headshot
F*ck a bank bitch I keep my cash in the bread spot
Over at my crib I f*ck her so good make her legs lock
I can't feel my limbs
Can't stand up call that a dead squat
Every rapper stealing all my flow and stealing cadences
I don't want the beef I'm stayin' humble no more bacon bits
Looking in a mirror if I wanna see what amazing is
I a'int got no rapper friends I just got me acquaintances
Fooling every person in the room I'm letting satan in
I ain't Liam Neeson cuz I don't know where they've taken him
Lately I been stuck between like takin' a break
Or findin' my worth
I'm livin' a curse
When you comin' over you just make it worse
Lately I been stuck inside the studio like what do I make
I ain't from the earth
Date and time of birth I'm puttin' that on a shirt
Rap to slow gotta turn up tempo
Limitless range bounce back like an echo
Kickin' up rocks new shoes they retro
Big bankroll yeah lookin' to fresh
RIP Bank Fresh who next
Tits on lock can't open no chest
Pass one text next move have sex
If you don't eat the pilly
Pill gon' eat you
Something smellin' fishy I don't f*ck wit' sea food
Im a glass window see it all come see through
Breaking back boards homies call me three two (Shaq)
Only way you up is if you add a screw (Screw up)
A'int talkin' no pussy don't f*ck wit' my boo (Cat)
I be in a fort it's late at night I got the loot
I be in a challenger I challenge her to shoot
Two three I'm Lebron (James)
Shoot at me you gone
Stare at me when I was born an omen demon spawn
I got a little flame spark it up with some gasoline (Some what)
Bottomless pit of rage burn a page in my magazine (huh yeah)
Nemesis lookin' featherless they'll never be fly as me (I'm fly like a bird)
Flyin' up on a Pegasus and I'm wit' a dime piece (Uh yeah)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag (Thats my brother bitch)
I got swag
Pink Dolphin on my tag (Tag)
I got swag
Tyson Gibson on my tag
Cut the lights
Eyes roll back like a headshot
F*ck a bank bitch I keep my cash in the bread spot
Over at my crib I f*ck her so good make her legs lock
I can't feel my limbs
Can't stand up call that a dead squat
Every rapper stealing all my flow and stealing cadences
I don't want the beef I'm stayin' humble no more bacon bits
Looking in a mirror if I wanna see what amazing is
I a'int got no rapper friends I just got me acquaintances
Fooling every person in the room I'm letting satan in
I ain't Liam Neeson cuz I don't know where they've taken him
Lately I been stuck between like takin' a break
Or findin' my worth
I'm livin' a curse
When you comin' over you just make it worse
Lately I been stuck inside the studio like what do I make
I ain't from the earth
Date and time of birth I'm puttin' that on a shirt
Writer: Mason Gibson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid