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Drew the Kid

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Hear them talkin' all that stupid shit
They ain't really doin' shit
Talkin' they just provin' it
The Drew he got them hatin' shit
You ain't never seen a living legend
Now you're viewin' it
Take a look, you gettin' timid
Drew the kid, he drew the image
Cameras flashin' all up in my eyes
They fuckin' up my image
Got them thinkin' mind all racing
All about my vivid visions
Take a listen, my ambition
Somethin' you ain't never witnessed
Swear I'm flowin' on this beat
You know I run it like it's fitness
I just killed the beat like f*ck
I hope there ain't no fuckin' witness
Talkin' bout a wishlist
Look at my life and you'll finally witness
Living legend in the makin
No debatin', hesitation
F*ck the fuckin' contemplatin
Eyes up to the constellations
Light up 8-4 skylines
Cause I'm poppin' in this population
Poppin' in this population
Got me feelin' like the greatest
Fans they say that I'm the greatest
Hoe ass, dudes they daily hatin
But I'm really cool with that
I'm focused on my occupation
Said you gunnin' for the throne
Well sorry bro, the crown is taken
Yeah you brought the clothes, she dressed in
But for Drew, she be undressin
I don't think she prayin
But I got your girl, on knees she blessin
Pain inside my heart so deep
And what I'm smokin
Know it's potent
Yeah you know that I be smokin
It's that Wiz Khalifa potent
Hear em talkin
I don't care, this double dutch
It got me floating
Now it's time to let him know
That Drew he ain't no fuckin' joke
No
Welcome to the show
Show em how it go
Know it's Drew the kid
I don't need no fuckin' intro
Hear them haters talkin
But it's f*ck them and the shit they say
Go ahead, say what you say
Cause either way I'm gettin' paid
Either way I'm gettin' paid
And I won't never ever change
Even if I sign a deal
With all the change and all the fame
Truly if I'm honest
All this fame will make you go insane
Yeah, it make you go insane
Within the brain, there's no escape
Truly though, I know it's fate
So welcome to my fuckin' maze
Never ending run
I swear it's like a never ending race
Just another day
Tryin' to get away
But the only way is to believe
And always pray
Just because you pray
It doesn't mean that you'll be saved
If you don't repent
Just know that hell will be your grave
I've been humble
For way too long
Now y'all got me
Fucked up
Now I'll show ya
What's up
Sayin' I ain't loyal
Now you really got me fucked up
Life that I'm livin
Yeah, got me livin' lavish
At the same time tragic
Yeah, this life ain't gettin' tragic
Yeah, I'm smokin' on that purple
Yeah, I'm rollin' up that Lakers magic
Break it down and roll it up
And now the kid he gettin' faded
Yeah, you know that what I stated
F*ck it, I just couldn't save it
Drew he be the fuckin' greatest
Same time I be highly hated
Damn, your style outdated
Damn, your style overrated
On my way to heaven
Know, I had to go pave it
Cut em off like scissors
Now I'm flowin' like the river
Yeah, shorty lookin' bad
And I'm askin' bout her sister
Yeah, I told her that I'll f*ck her
But you know that I won't kiss her
Yeah, I told her that I love her
But I left her on delivered
And you know what I done read
Couple evil things she said
Yeah, you know that Drew New York
But I took her to the bay
Yeah, I took her to the bay
To take a vacay getaway
Yeah, a vacay getaway
And I ain't talkin' castaway
Yeah, somewhere way up higher
Where the pain'll fade away
Somewhere way up higher
Where my fallen ones, they lay
Really, I'm the greatest
That's some shit that you can't face
When we face to face
I'm a lyrical assassin
When she give me face
Told her turn around and make it shake
Shorty slim, thick
Like, damn, look at shorty waist
Look at shorty waist
But it's Zendaya
When it comes to the shorty face
Lately, I've been runnin' shit
I bet you heard my fuckin' name
New York Marathon
I run this shit
You lookin' out of shape
I don't even think it's fair
To call this shit a fuckin' race
On the track I'm Usain Bolt
Well, f*ck it, I'm a fuckin' ball
If you tryin' to match me
Like a stop sign
I suggest you halt
Weed it hittin' like a trunk
That's why the f*ck I call it haul
Weight up on my back
I carry 845
It's such a haul
You ain't doin' shit, bro
I don't got no time to fuckin' stall
Make this shit look easy
How I'm flowin' on these fuckin' tracks
Even with a broken ankle
Round y'all ill be runnin' laps
Even if you fuckin' tried
You would catch a asthma attack
And the way I'm feelin
I could really just sit back
Lyrically and take attack
At everyone, cause it's a fact
It's a motherfuckin' fact
That you would fuckin' take it back
I'ma keep on grindin
For my all-black
Motherfuckin' bach
Maybach with the baddies chillin
In the back of my Maybach
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