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Nnovice

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It's the
Dopest coming out north, the beaner with the backpack full o heaters
Two seater, no roof
Me n Mystro good in almost every hood
Best believe it
Gotta see it
Every beat could paint scene, I'm like Picasso mixed with Spielberg
Plus You know the pen be eloquent as f*ck
The fit is always fire, but it only cost a buck
No tucked shirts, or 'Verse Chuck's
I'm more check marks n loose Levi's
Always Kick it old school, like da freestyles
Bring your clique, I'll show you were we be at
Savannah 204, where the cream spills out like tree sap
The beats is always feral
The weed knock out in three rounds
The bitches roll the free loud
I ain't see no cops around, let's down another cheap crown
Talk a bitch ear bout what's deep down
And see now
Her mouth is all up on mah dick how?
Did she get there without ouija
Got her actin up come get yo hija

O to the S - S to the R
Light up on em L's, u Know who we are
O to the S - S to the R
Gotta See da Coldest motherfuckers out by far
O to the S - S to the R
Never change for O's, my bro this ain't a TD Uhh
O to The S- S to the R
This an LCO, for y'all that dropped the bar
C'mmon

Call me Marc Spector how I'm running on no Z's
Imma
Past dweller, why keep on smoking green
Grew up broke as f*ck, so my dreams are Bourgeoisie
I can't see my fam, til I come back like Osman Ali Khan
I ain't in mah prime, I barely Started, hop on while u can
Eying out mah Climb, I swear it lookin more like Cannes
Prying cribs online, for when that deal comes with da bands
Don't f*ck around with Nnovice
I won't be here by August
I'm sick as f*ck, don't need no diagnosis
I said
Don't f*ck around with Nnovice
I won't be here by August
I'm sick as f*ck, don't need no diagnosis
Got suicidal thoughts
I call em business talks with Reapers
Every year, I think I hear they whispers getting clearer
I'm seeing signs of the times
Johnny's Revelations creepin
But not exactly what he prophesied
I think we lost the meaning
But if August comes around and a mother fucker breathin
I won't be thanking God, I'll be dappin up my reefer
Maybe owe it to the hits I'm cooking with Sophia
Even if that shit don't blow, I know it's aging like fine Syrah
Why I Keep it cool got mah moon balancing on Libra
Got the whole crew pulling through with da bougie man appearance
Now to verse three, time to kill this shit for real uh

Bitches call me Mr. Two rounds
I'm Nnovice but not humble, momma always says I'm too proud
I'm getting scared myself, meditating how I have to do y'all
No disrespect to y'all, I'm new, but I got bills that due now
Calculated moves, two years, tu fanbase ya no es tuya
F*ck a truce, my crews, short fused n they expecting moola
I'll do what I have to but nobody story ends in shoulda
Coulda
Gotta see them stacks as high as rulers
Spreads across the table just sum ashtrays for the Buddha
Every homie educated or out there getting advances for they coup yuh
Enough bread to spread around n never worry bout recouping

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