Layman's Terms (feat. YUNGLILTRE)

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Tony Fanta

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Back of the bus my music blastin'
Out the window blurs are passin'
Stayin' quiet like an assassin
Think of bars that I'm now rappin'
Guillotine flow choppin' heads off the top like Raekwon
Wu-Tang in my queue I'll knock you down like you the 8 ball
Pop Smoke like woo
Biggie give me the loot
Puberty voice soundin' like out of key autotune
Anyone can do this shit? I'd like to see you try
Remember Monte Chellos on weekends Sheetz late at night
You got to put that shit in layman's terms what you think this is?
Crackin' jokes in class they either land or they miss
You gotta dumb it down for all the dummies listenin' to this
And I like to take it slow like to reminisce
You gotta put that shit in layman's terms what you think this is?
All these things chargin' at me feelin' like a blitz
You gotta dumb it down for all the dummies listenin' to this
Days passing realizing ignorance means bliss
All you guys dealin' with the devil what goes through your head?
Couple bucks made the label makes so much more instead
Why you so surprised? Pick your jaw up off the floor in a
Cop car watchin' him do shit I'd get pulled over for
Man, I know the faster you come up the faster that you fall
Walkin' in the hall the smallest one but friends with all
I'm so thankful my heads a really good place to be
Getting lost in thoughts always in a daydream (Daydream)
(Tony, Tony, wake up bro, alright bro whatever f*ck this I'm finna go)
I need to get some sleep
I been snoozin' in class
I don't even need that shit
'Cause I'm real good at math
If you wanna quiz me
I can count up my cash
I feel like a rich white bitch got Goyard on my bag
Walk around with a honey bun with a hundred buns eatin' honey buns
Pussy shit is illegal funds so I know you gon' have trouble keepin' up
Yeah, I smoke with the top down when I hot box with the celin' up
Bro wanna go to the league and I see the grind so I tell him 'keep it up'
So much pape' in my right pocket when I drop it I gotta sweep it up
Nigga sent me a verse it was so ass so I ain't even clean it up
Nigga mom must've named him Scotty because he got beamed up
If I catch you talkin' shit I'ma shoot your ass I ain't gonna beat you up
Lemme put this shit in layman's terms
I'm the best rapper out I'on care what you heard
You hopin' on the hate train you joinin' us she purr
I'm run up on your block and I'm yelling' 'what's the word' (What's the word)
Karma's a real bitch you gon' get what you deserve
I'm speedin' on the E-Way in and outta lanes I swerve
I'm finna hit the mall Saks Fifth so I can splurge
I'm slidin' on a opp block I leave it like the purge (Purge)
You got to put that shit in layman's terms what you think this is?
Crackin' jokes in class they either land or they miss
You gotta dumb it down for all the dummies listenin' to this
And I like to take it slow like to reminisce
You gotta put that shit in layman's terms what you think this is?
All these things chargin' at me feelin' like a blitz
You gotta dumb it down for all the dummies listenin' to this
Days passing realizing ignorance means bliss

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