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Mello

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My brother told me I need to rap more lyrically
It will make me feel better essentially
I react to my bars the way you react to mars
Your brain get thrown up in arms
Its hardly hard to impress when your garb
Long road still I master all
Twenty two I'm rolling strong
Gaining more ties
Blocking out the lies
My rhyming has climbed
My confidence shines
Girls are reshaping me I
Need to respect my elements
When it comes to saying the hell of it
I forget me and myself are apart of me and myself
I said I forget me
Uh uh anyway
I've been developing to my true
Know my way around words
Like a shoelace on a shoe
I'm reigniting tunes
Left in the dust
My flow can adjust
Fighting is rough
Emotions are tough
Status is cuffed
Make up is lush
Music is discussed
I ain't in a rush
Your career will combust
My wolf go huff
Blow you over
Your soul is over
I'm taking over
I've stop starting over
I'm printing toner
Inking texts
I click and it clinks
I'm linking pricks
Who lip sync
they think they wink
But they blink
When I show them
There ego shrinks
I'm skating round
The internet rink
Wearing salmon pink
Warning I'm not going to go all in
I'm more than
A breath away from finesse the beat
Leave them in the street
Your washed not good for the cause
I'm causing you to have a breakdown
Down the street at the lake house
Snapping pictures
Trying to link but I'm more focused on beating the beat
Anyway
Anyway
Mello
Your not ready to devour the album
Its an hour
Cowards cry and complain but I've mastered
Like I'm the founder
Allow it is what I say
When the haters come my way
I'm topping my game
Your lost on the floor
claim my reign
I'm dropping new music
I'm bored
I cant listen to your trash I'm not sorry
How the f*ck
I come on the beat
Girls calling
I come on now
And they are no longer like who
My name is becoming more fame
Your lane is lame
Yeah I'm all over the place
Your pallet got no taste
I'm rapping anyway I can
I've studied the game
My mystic has aged
My rhyming is in my notes
I'm all over my phone
I'm calling a toast
Twenty twenty four is the year I suspect
So bet on me anyway you can
Follow and hollow
I'm calling tomorrow
She confesses it all
I wont leave her at all
I'm in this for the long run
I'm almost done
I write sixteens on sixteens
I tap keys on my MP
K a couple more
I've had my fun
Now I'm just rhyming from the dome
Trying to keep up writing but I type slow
Swiping up notifications
Likes and follows
I do not care though
I'm perfecting my craft
Turn your speakers on full blast
Anyway
Anyway
Mello
Dope
They going to love this shit
All yeah baby all year

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