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Man my beats sound different bruh
Ain't nobody sound like me
I sound different bruh
Ain't nobody sound like me, I got my own sound

I sell 30 bucks a beat
You make 30 bucks in a week
Run run run little track boy on your feet
Skinny boy don't want no beef
No sick days, got some plays
Like an ace of spades, you got played
I gotta say, you will fade
Like the Life of Pablo without the waves
Your flow is stagnant, your beats are wack and
That FedEx kid gonna need some practice
I got a passion, for laughing
At faggots, with no talent
Did you say something I couldn't hear
Sounds like Nick Ruscetti in his left ear
Speak up boy you must be clear
It's hard to hear up on a god tier
Don't quit your day job cleaning
Harold's knob for 30 hours
Bitch better than no job
FL Studio I did rob
That's a file transfer I should have stopped
Think your dick's hot think you are God
Now you shit out quote on quote hip hop
You're the complete opposite of rick ross
Skinny, white, tall like a thread of floss

TeeNandez, Tee plant this
Idea on to your canvas
This brand shit, this band shit
Is too much for your hands, shit
Bitch ain't rappin', he's talking over beats
Trying to pretend he was raised in the streets
Hoppin' on the bus, but there ain't no seats
Hit that bitch harder than I hit that bitch Meat
What's the first letter in the alphabet? (Ay!)
What does TeeNandez never get? (Laid!)
What's Tommy like, I forget (Gay!)
One last time let me hear you say
Ay, Ay, Tommy never gets paid
Spent three years cleaning tables
Working at a Chick-Fil-A
This shit is just a game
Not a thing inside your brain
You're walking around with a snapback
And a gumball machine chain
Spittin' hot flames, step back or you'll get burnt
Or get with the wave, and ride with the current
You were with Lexi, and then you weren't
Looks like little Tommy got a little too turnt
I'm sorry its a low blow
Nothing for me is a no-go
Your bitch rides me like Pogo
Took her to a hotel, Trivago
Got no energy, this bitch needs an Adderall
Putting me to sleep, like a took a fentanyl
Can't hold your shit? Why you gotta drop it all?
I need a real rapper, please let me make a call

(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'm a timezone hopper
I'm the bully at the locker
I'm your worst fear
I'm on a god tier
Oh I'm a timezone hopper
I'm the bully at the locker
I'm your worst fear
I'm on a god tier
Oh, TooTurnt
Little Tommy in a race we hittin' new turf
(Oh, Oh) TooTurnt
Tommy get a lighter boy you too burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt
(Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

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