Adamant I've been told all these motherf*ckers know
Bubblegum rap all these rappers lookin silly with their flow
Lyrical monster on the lose
Chi flow runnin through these veins like bruce
You sound defected you're the engine to my tool
Master of the craft top grades back in school
I wish you gave me sympathy now I give reboot
Shut the f*ck up blood drippin on the suit
You know I don't do formals not even a pair of shoe
I'm gon make you fall down this game with no parachute
Clinging to your life bon voyage to you
Gon see a lot of ugly flows in this rap zoo
My flow lyrical dreamin in a space coupe
Flaws on all levels I'm drinking my own soup
Ballin since 99' you gon play this track on loop
Haters gon act like an itch in your patoot
Scared of a missile step away from my heat
Blow up like azide body piled like a peat
6th zone ain't free we be killin every beat
3 motherf*ckers trying to live upto the dream
These hoes got that shit i call it the cream
Bitches make me fall apart left me on seen
Sucking blood like they want their own stream
All these rappers so mean,i killed it in teens
I passed 17 21 was guillotine
You still a mean one since 2503
262020 i was so keen
Pushed me away like you never wanted me
Cigarettes taking tolls i pretty much quit
Politicians just half faced servants called pricks
Followers end up throwing at me bricks
I wish i wasn't born in a country like this
Girls running away they think that I'm sick
All these fake praises thinkin I'm a nitwit
I see through flaws keep my mouth zip zip
Sick thick pricks searching for some nip slip
I despise you motherf*ckers got the wrong slick
Can't feel my happiness curve on my lip
Wounded curves on that hip clothes preys rip
Don't come down here darkness exists
Political science took toll like pests
Praying to god when there's no one to bless
Anand help us out queens die in this chess
Cameras flying in this press
Waiting for the PM to address
Sit back and chill get that ganja in next
I'm gon sit still and write my rhymes till I'm mess
Hit indica in india till my last mic test
Bitch
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Adamant I've been told all these motherf*ckers know
Bubblegum rap all these rappers lookin silly with their flow
Lyrical monster on the lose
Chi flow runnin through these veins like bruce
You sound defected you're the engine to my tool
Master of the craft top grades back in school
I wish you gave me sympathy now I give reboot
Shut the f*ck up blood drippin on the suit
You know I don't do formals not even a pair of shoe
I'm gon make you fall down this game with no parachute
Clinging to your life bon voyage to you
Gon see a lot of ugly flows in this rap zoo
My flow lyrical dreamin in a space coupe
Flaws on all levels I'm drinking my own soup
Ballin since 99' you gon play this track on loop
Haters gon act like an itch in your patoot
Scared of a missile step away from my heat
Blow up like azide body piled like a peat
6th zone ain't free we be killin every beat
3 motherf*ckers trying to live upto the dream
These hoes got that shit i call it the cream
Bitches make me fall apart left me on seen
Sucking blood like they want their own stream
All these rappers so mean,i killed it in teens
I passed 17 21 was guillotine
You still a mean one since 2503
262020 i was so keen
Pushed me away like you never wanted me
Cigarettes taking tolls i pretty much quit
Politicians just half faced servants called pricks
Followers end up throwing at me bricks
I wish i wasn't born in a country like this
Girls running away they think that I'm sick
All these fake praises thinkin I'm a nitwit
I see through flaws keep my mouth zip zip
Sick thick pricks searching for some nip slip
I despise you motherf*ckers got the wrong slick
Can't feel my happiness curve on my lip
Wounded curves on that hip clothes preys rip
Don't come down here darkness exists
Political science took toll like pests
Praying to god when there's no one to bless
Anand help us out queens die in this chess
Cameras flying in this press
Waiting for the PM to address
Sit back and chill get that ganja in next
I'm gon sit still and write my rhymes till I'm mess
Hit indica in india till my last mic test
Bitch
Bubblegum rap all these rappers lookin silly with their flow
Lyrical monster on the lose
Chi flow runnin through these veins like bruce
You sound defected you're the engine to my tool
Master of the craft top grades back in school
I wish you gave me sympathy now I give reboot
Shut the f*ck up blood drippin on the suit
You know I don't do formals not even a pair of shoe
I'm gon make you fall down this game with no parachute
Clinging to your life bon voyage to you
Gon see a lot of ugly flows in this rap zoo
My flow lyrical dreamin in a space coupe
Flaws on all levels I'm drinking my own soup
Ballin since 99' you gon play this track on loop
Haters gon act like an itch in your patoot
Scared of a missile step away from my heat
Blow up like azide body piled like a peat
6th zone ain't free we be killin every beat
3 motherf*ckers trying to live upto the dream
These hoes got that shit i call it the cream
Bitches make me fall apart left me on seen
Sucking blood like they want their own stream
All these rappers so mean,i killed it in teens
I passed 17 21 was guillotine
You still a mean one since 2503
262020 i was so keen
Pushed me away like you never wanted me
Cigarettes taking tolls i pretty much quit
Politicians just half faced servants called pricks
Followers end up throwing at me bricks
I wish i wasn't born in a country like this
Girls running away they think that I'm sick
All these fake praises thinkin I'm a nitwit
I see through flaws keep my mouth zip zip
Sick thick pricks searching for some nip slip
I despise you motherf*ckers got the wrong slick
Can't feel my happiness curve on my lip
Wounded curves on that hip clothes preys rip
Don't come down here darkness exists
Political science took toll like pests
Praying to god when there's no one to bless
Anand help us out queens die in this chess
Cameras flying in this press
Waiting for the PM to address
Sit back and chill get that ganja in next
I'm gon sit still and write my rhymes till I'm mess
Hit indica in india till my last mic test
Bitch
Writer: Prateeksha S, Sarath Venu
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid