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That Yung Lad

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While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice 
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up 
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up

To a degree that be higher than the motherfucking  sun 
Said you know I'm on fire and you know I never run 
Like we run it
We really run it 
I swear to god these people judge us
They really judge us
And honestly this shit appealing
It's real appealing
And honestly y'all didn't notice
They really villains
You reach for the hammer I reach for the grammar 
You act like a bitch so I call you Sandra
You throw a tantrum over an anthem
I go get pampered and don't need an answer 
I don't need a reason 
To express myself
Like is my meaning 
Like this is my purpose 
And with it I flourish 
Without it I perish 
And end up at service without any worship 
I see that you laughing but you should be nervous 
Overstocked lyrics in surplus
With the flavor of a terpene
And it's spicy like some curry
No I'm never ever worried 
Honestly I done been onto this woah
Honestly this the Geronimo flow
Honestly y'all fall like dominos 
Oh now it's time to go
This is abominable 

While y'all play with the newest technology
That's when I'm mastering ancient astrology
And mathematics you can hear in my voice 
This shit is adding up
Turn my speakers up 
We don't give a f*ck
Y'all is outta luck, 
Y'all the runners up
The scoreboard running up

To a degree that be lower than the motherfucking ocean 
Go and get the Henny maybe Gin mix the potion 
Go and get a couple bag of tree now we floating 
Go and ask yourself where your heart and your devotion 
Where the f*ck it lay and what's it doing everyday
How does that shit react when your vision see the play 
Do you call or fold hand see you bluffing it away 
Cause you had a open look but you taking selfish trays
Those the wicked ways 
That you can't escape
With the path you paved 
I ain't got time to shoulder 
Ain't got time to show ya
I got time for douja
I got time to go and get my shit upholstered
Everyday you know we rolling up an ocho
I'mma do it real simple elementary 
I gotta let the flow trickle come and peep the stream
That sounded like an innuendo PG-13
Is he serious or just blowing steam
This a hunnid stacks multiplied by facts
And not divided by your selfish acts 
You go tic for tac not concerned with that 
I got more interest in the beats and plaques

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