COMMAS
Eric Yung
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Talking mature, but spit that manure Sound like the trenches, still got the allure Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure Mind on my money, an entrepreneur I cannot stop till my fam be secure Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer Man f*ck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer Bitches they calling, they f*ck wid the don Bitch I'm an ace, boss like I'm Shawn All of these spades to dig up their graves Bury em rappers so deep, make no mistake Mutumbo you bitches like I'm in the paint Throwing your shots, better shoot from a range Rappers that steppin get heads rearranged I'm not with the beefin I don't entertain So out of this world, the clever ones know it Musk on my line, I teach him the orbit All of em millions, know I deserve it Get to the cake, that I'm never deserting A time for the manners, a time to beserk Tell all of these rappers it's time to get murked A time for the manners, a time to beserk Tell all of these rappers are gonna get Talking mature, but spit that manure Sound like the trenches, still got the allure Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure Mind on my money, an entrepreneur I cannot stop till my fam be secure Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer Man f*ck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer Talking mature, but spit that manure Sound like the trenches, still got the allure Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure Mind on my money, an entrepreneur I cannot stop till my fam be secure Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer Man f*ck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer Nothing be new to me, lived it already One way or another, I live for the commas I get to millis, I'm so good at commerce Stealing from fathers and taking their daughters Like it or not, it's by choice she be coming Rappers be jaded, these fans outta options Rhyme for rhyme, toe to toe, bitch ima top it Stand in my line of sight, bitch ima cock it Y'all rapping like goofies and talk outta pocket No chicken pox, but I'm itching pop it Light a fire under your ass like a rocket Shows and fat asses you know that I rock it The way that I'm slaughtering I cannot stop it All of this drippin my faucet I broke it Wetty her thighs, you know that I soak it Tell by my eyes, never lose focus Tell by my eyes, never lose focus Too many high wid narcotics they poppin Man f*ck what they talkin, I keep it a hunnid Talking mature, but spit that manure Sound like the trenches, still got the allure Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure Mind on my money, an entrepreneur I cannot stop till my fam be secure Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer Man f*ck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer Talking mature, but spit that manure Sound like the trenches, still got the allure Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers They claiming they ill, I'm the motherfucking cure Mind on my money, an entrepreneur I cannot stop till my fam be secure Fakes keep on multiplying, realest be fewer Man f*ck wid the realest, ain't nobody truer
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