[Verse 1: EP]
Told the homie Tobias go against grain
Same thing in the rap game, cut it on a bias
Open mic circuit had to work it with the flyers
See it’s never not worth it, even certain quagmires
Leave much to be desired, all about how u wired
For tastes that be acquired
Rappers u admired looking tired
No longer inspired, career done expired, fired
Not a luck thing, it’s an I don’t give a fuck thing
Rotator cuff sprain, driving in the truck lane
It’ll make you worry worse
You don’t make it back, first, for the currywurst mukbang
Made him eat the box, she don’t suck wang
Dang
Transform into an Autobot Mustang
‘Cus its gang

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Catch the n***a Matter ov Fact up in Friday's
Flip phone in his belt clip turned sideways
In a haze with his eyes glazed
N***a sticking out his leg
Putting out the bait for the accidental thigh graze woo
Salivating for a raise
Nah dog we ain't waiting for the praise
Not phased, never saying it's a wrap
Got no Waze app, no map, navigating thru the maze, it's a trap
At the Grand Hyatt, showed the bell hop Wyatt a few tracks
And he Got a little taken back by it
Took a seat and sat quiet
Sick to his stomach, now the little brat need a Brat Diet agh
Came to give you what you need
In the Powerglide two speed
Playing Lou Reed
French shorty in the blue tweed
Know the right temp for sous vide

[Hook]
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