Sun Song
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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