Late Checkout
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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