I grew up with the chopsticks
Small circles on that mom and pop shit
Long working I would get the guap shit
Then why you curving me bitch
You ain't got no topspin
Whoa
All you rappers runnin' out of options
Whoa
That's my two cents comin' out of pocket
Whoa
And I'm not thick lose my conscious
Illuminati shit
Let the top drop and the watch drip

Everybody rap
Everybody trap
Everybody wack
Everybody trash
Every time I rap everybody snap
Ain't nobody worried bout his ass
Where about it back

Where the party at
Where the Bacardi at
Pour the Courvoisier
Is ? and we could make it an argument
Its some cathartic shit pussy and parliaments
I swear to god I get it with the ones who started it
Ayo I been George
You know my pen broad
And from the back to the wall to the window
And if your ends low hit you with the Venmo
I'm payin' rent though I'm still in the rental
I'm from the south man
Life is simple
I've been a endo
No innuendo
I'm in Europe I be chillin' at the Bistro
I'm in Japan can my mans get a bento
I'm in the lamb with the kale and the lentils
I'm in Korea got a layover at Incheon
We gettin' faded with the shades and my brim low
Baby I been stoned
Fire and brimstone
Maybe I'm kid trunks
Maybe I'm Kim Jung
I see dead people sixth dimension
Y'all read into it
Get your kindle
I start a cypher inside that could dim ya
They rock side to side like a pendulum
This shit timeless flow like the wind blow
Ya feel sick bruh
Check your symptoms
Maybe its my flow
It could be ?
How bout theses blood suckers
People we mistrust
I got you mother fuckers
I know y'all tempo
Just try to keep up homie cuz I been on
Bruh bruh I been gone
Un momento
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Oh that thang kickin' like its chun li
On stage you be Lookin" like you front street
All my haters from the back wish they was G
You see that cackalack keep poppin that because G

Fuck about a sub-tweet baby Imma hold that down
Got the Arman engineer know you know that sound
Might wanna run the track fo' you got that mile
We could play ball, bleed, sweat or throw that towel