Nosebleeds (feat. Pino)

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FrankieSalles

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Yeah…
I'm rapping on type-beats, make rappers want fight me
They can't fill a small show while I fill the nosebleeds
They want smoke, they want beef
Oh word, let's go please
I pull up, start shooting like I am the police
I pull up, I run and I go with the strap
I come from a town where they think they can rap
They really just pussy like gathering cats
I'm really working bro, I get to my bag
I'm in my Birkin though I been living sad
Some people went and turned they back on the kid
Then come back around when I got it to give
C'mon bro, don't you know better than this?
Like I never had no one, I never had help
No I never had nothing, just me and myself
It was me and my phone in the back of the car
I was rapping all day tryna go really far
I ain't made it yet but I want it bad
So I'ma run this game like a running back
And when I'm in a hearse I'll need a hundred racks
And when they hear the verse they'll say run it back
Bury me where my family's at
Headstone say the king of rap
I ain't made it yet but I will in fact
I'ma make it there with my name intact
And I got a glock with a beam attached
That's for anyone who's tryna stab my back
But I don't kill for shit unless I love it bad
Like my girl and music bro and that's a fact
I'm rapping on type-beats, make rappers want fight me
They can't fill a small show while I fill the nosebleeds
They want smoke, they want beef
Oh word, let's go please
I pull up, start shooting like I am the police
Okay, we been topping shit
And just to get off topic but shit, ain't nothing stopping this
I'm honestly left optionless
Regardless go the hardest, I'm like Billy from Departed
Close to me but I'm the farthest from the bullshit you can see
Now we on stage, used to be in nosebleeds
Gripping grain, listen to name, I could never change
They all fold, I will never know, I will never know
Ice cold running through my veins, running through my veins
They be talking like Drake, shit, nothing was the same
If you reading it's too late, roll the tape
Isolate everyday inside my crib
I'm just working on the biz
Shit is what it is, is what it is, uh
It is what it is, it was what it was
I'm taking this game and I don't give a f*ck
I'm stacking my dollars, I'm counting my profit
They never could stop it, it's never enough
I got checks with commas, they calling my bluff
Was in nosebleeds then I said "bitch, please"
Now I'm on stage and they all know me
They know the name and they know I'm paid
Profits to get made, to get paid
I unleash the beast I hop out the cage
Untamed, go crazy but they basic
Plastic, all fake shit
They always gotta say shit
High in the sky and then I crash into an A6
F*ck making a list I only want payments
All I see are blue faces or two faces
It's history in the making so I made it
Uncharted, go the hardest regardless
When I'm done with the beat, Rest In Peace, it's departed
Charged up while I'm charging
Like Wayne, Mr. Carter, I'm a Martian

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