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Slick Mouth

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Nah, everything ain't rosy
But I'm so comfortable in my own skin, it's cozy
When I make moves, it's low key
Cause I got foes
Hot hoes wanna expose me
They lucky this ain't the old me
Cause they all would've caught some assault like Shinobi
The flow be so lit, I shine
When I rhyme, it comes with a lightbulb emoji
So, it's vital I go viral
But never spiral, I'm ever prideful
Unlike whoever thinks they clever
If I don't like you, I might fight you
Or let my mans, just: blam
And goodnight you
I'm too busy for just sitting idle
I'm perfecting my craft like my idol
I wanna last
So, I give every rap all I have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I f*ck with streams and yeah, I love vinyl
I might do a collab with who got you mad
Throw a jab and get paid just despite you
Nah, I ain't bang with a gang
But I only hang with fam
So, I do keep it blood like a Piru

I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode

Test me, you best be suicidal
You know why
Nobody fucks with I
One of the best, if not the best rapper alive
Nigga, that's not cappin'
Ain't no acting
With a pen, I might be the illest nigga rapping
F*ck who got money and whatever dummy that trends
I'm the best rapper that'll get at ya with spins
Tell the DJ to play my flame
I'm independent, right now
And for all those who forgot my name
Don't worry, I'll spell it again for you guys
It goes K to the E to the N-N-Y
Your bitch on my dick cause she open like my fly
Put hands on me
Nigga, you must wanna die
Cause I'll fight you prick
Yeah, I'll light you quick
I'm not one for games
I ain't short or 5-2 dick
So, why test me
You thinking to do so
Let's see, unless you wanna get stretched
Don't vex me
You better cop a Glock black as Wesley
That's how you better press me
But unless you sound like me, you don't impress me
Unless he says he knows
You do less than stress me
So, go grab a rifle, dick
Then like a chick, take shots at ya self like a selfie stick
I'm so smooth I'm stealthy
And now that I compose, I gotta sell shit to get wealthy
Imagine how I feel
My life almost took a dangerous turn
But God came and took the wheel
Like: Yield slowly
Life is a Traffic Jam
Because we all take the fast lane only

I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know, how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know, how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode

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