DEAD
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Yo, yo Yuh I think I would kill myself if I, wait That's dash, that's not the song, hold on Uh, right Double R, double R aye, aye Bitch I don't want it eternally Need a peace of mind, cause you took mine Say you can freestyle, can't walk the line Clock is ticking money, don't waste my time Yeah the talk was cheap, still owe me commas In a bank account, negative dollars Yeah you fucking poor, you ain't got no job Yet you still flexing like a young baller But you wear gucci and stack up your money, The swager you talk it don't match how you walk Persona, corona, you drink that all up Put a dog in a kennel, you call it a mutt Money to ear, but the time is worth more Posting pics upon pics with the diamonds you wore If you kept silent not boasting it all, I would not have a problem But now I mean war, yuh All of the shit about stealing beats I make a couple songs in a couple weeks But you deny the fact that that beat made you The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune No hunger anymore, lines caged at the zoo Keep it a hundred and four, for the fucking innovators Never stooped that low and f*ck this easy flow I'm invisible, you might just join a cult, ring up a telephone And ask for your soul back, cause you gave it up to Annabelle Sold your soul to the devil, and now you want it back Well I'm sorry the baphomet was drawn around the goat a year ago All your fans don't know who to be Seeing through your facade when you deal your cards All of my fans just know me for me Cause ill message a brother when they be going through some shit You say that you're a real boy Did it without the deal boy Money from a label telling you dog to heel boy All these fake bitches be hitting DM's I hit em' back like bitch I don't wanna be friends I see one pic on your newsfeed, you follow the trends Not going with any girl who constantly post's about the ends I bet that you would tell a fib, you're definitely tentative I motherfucking sit and win while you be late you shake and quive "Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks" Don't trust no slut you can suck my dick YDoubleR and I'm just trying to hit Skrr skrr on the fakes that be your mates They drowning in the flow, keep up with the current Riding on my wave nose dive to the hundred In my back pocket cause they ain't like the rest No I don't flex, where exactly fucking are you Shut your mouth, lock it cause you're in the hortus nest Swimming in the juice and you lost in the sauce Bitches say salute, I say comment f*ck you too F*ck your greetings, you are loose so pardon my manners I be trapping all my raps, you stuck a burger fuel just flipping Boasting that you got that nine you trigger finger itching But the only fucker you be killing is the one that's bitching, and that be yourself Cheap talk, materialistic, fucking hypocrite Slit wrist, plastic knife, fucking soaring that shit No pill, no knife, no noose can kill the boy I still gon' try, the noise will fill the void Gonna keep rapping till I drop dead, on my last life so I'm sipping red Not tripping much cause I like rum, maybe ten years yeah I'll join the club I'll join the club, uh
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