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D Monnzy & Jayeman

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Mumble rap, conscious rap
It's all the same, we're just talking about different things
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
The world is caving in, all around us, where should I begin
The satanists are taking flaming torches to the face of kids
Pack em full of hate, social media indoctrinates
The youth to think that freedom is something that should be for debate
All these misconceptions, they lead us to mass-depression
Rappers toting guns and promoting anti-depressants
Just so they can push their message out to all the children
It's OK to be a junkie so long as you're making millions
But they buy it so I'm no villain, keep it unbiased, I ain't a menace
Talkin bout riches, talkin bout bitches, takin the Xan's, poppin prescriptions
Wavin their hands, they're mine any minute
Their minds are demented, the fight of the fittest
Inside of this gimmick, I split like division
And causing the tension inside of the innocent
While breaking them Benjamin's and breaking their innocence, whoops, feelingless
Dope, Benadryl, Coke, Instagram
Hoes in my crib, yo, into it
So, I'm relevant enough to claim that this is hip-hop kid
Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire
People try to bring me down, I go higher
Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire
Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired
Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire
People try to bring me down, I go higher
Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire
Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired
Conscious rap is worse than trappin, disgraceful asses can't move past it
I blaze my smoke in backwoods laughing, y'all are a joke, I make moves like Magic
Johnson before I toke, better show big at the shack then
Cause I got green like sum artichoke, artists choke when the radio plays my shit
Ain't no one tryna bear witness to a grown man talking bout his bidness
Wanna see me rapping bout riches, phone numbers, and making them digits
I'm feeding the clout to the hungry fishes, I'm dishing it out, I'm seeing em swimming
A frenzy in the crowd, I'm filling em endless, your style is dead, but the art is still living
It's The Walking Dead, I'm Daryl and Carol
I will stack more denero than Will Ferrell, and each and every Egyptian Pharoah
I could rap bout riches and bitches, drugs and Camaro's
Instead I choose to traffic more substance than Rio de Janeiro
I could go quick like you, dumb it down and not say shit like you
But I refuse to recycle my lyrics, and color code em like American Spirits
Stuck in a box, your bars are the same as every other rapper in the game
Meanwhile, I'm insane in the brain, a real lyricist, I'm off of the chain
Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire
People try to bring me down, I go higher
Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire
Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired
Yippie kai aye ah, I been on fire
People try to bring me down, I go higher
Mumble rap clowns, man you all should retire
Either that or pick up a pen, and get inspired
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

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