HOMAGE (feat. Twizzy)

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You don't know your worth cause you ain't got none
Take the man out of my name and now I'm God's Sun
Boy, they better bring the cheese when they bring my funds
Aye look, I know I'm just a rapper, let me pop some

Talk some way too clean

I'ma kick it off, give you more, nothing lesser
Back on the mic is the anti-depressor
5'4, a hundred pounds, still applying pressure
I'm the best example of this shit, you just a tester

Shorty like my sweater, like my shirt, I like her top aye
Once that shit start, she gone get it, not gone stop aye
Fluid and dynamic, that's that mach
She don't stay, spin that block, 6 o'clock
And when I see her she like

Yung Ramo, why you trapping so hard?
Why you blending in like hella heavy?
Camo on the flauge
Why you let these humans f*ck the Earth then travel straight to Mars?
My team full of talent, I'm always surrounded by the stars

I ain't acting hard, hit that cornstarch, that shit get tough
If I'm such a pussy, pull up on me, who gone call my bluff?
You put some pressure on me, popping out a diamond in the rough
You'll get a woo in yo fucking face, your gems look real uncut
That's word to Adam
Who? Bass God?
No, my birthday twin

I'm at your funeral, smile from ear to ear, big one baby like I'm Aphex Twin
You should have just played with your friends, knowing you couldn't contend
Niggas been playing pretend, especially men
No interest in making amends, and don't let me say it again, you heard me?

I got expensive taste, but I like shit for free aye
And once I get my garden, won't hear shit from me aye
She told me I'm conceited I said baby please!
Hey, I say, I know I'm cold, she say, I felt the breeze
I know they want my walk, but I got different steez
Nigga always in the air, I smoke amongst the trees
Nigga really got me stressed, I popped like 3 Aleves
He tried to tax me with some problems, I won't pay the fees

Brodie, let me calm it down before I'm finna scream
Break it down to equilibrium by any means
Satisfying every need
This not a cult, this not a creed
Your bottom bitch gone bottom feed
You didn't win, but I concede ugh!

No thoughts, head empty, beat going, bounce with it!
Wasn't born with a side of sauce, I was doused in it!
No thoughts, head empty, beat going, bounce with it!
Chalk them up, then let's get you outfitted

You don't even know you when nobody round
When your ass in public, what's gone happen to you now, huh?

You don't know your worth cause you ain't got none
Take the "man" out of my name and now I'm God's Sun
Boy, they better bring some cheese when they bring my funds
Aye look, I know I'm just a rapper, but let me pop some

Woo, yeah!

I said baby let me rock some

Uh huh!

Now, gone and let that rock some

It's Goyardsounds in his bag

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