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Yo yo
Yo they want hip-hop
Or these love songs that my peers make
Yo switch my recommended artists
Soon for my peers sake
I’m sick of killing em' lyrically
Yeah blame you
My fookin radio station’s dead
And they framed you
Plenty reasons
Petty Rowlan
Man is bitter
Sound like Russ
Rowlan crazy
Please don’t temp me
May be stable
Not enough
I’m annoyed
I’m obscene
Man my life is but a dream
Sound like Cole yeah I know
Cock it back and let it scream
I lost respect
When I passed my idols' talent
A fucking genius
All these up and comers
Match the palate
A fucking sicko
They still haven’t seen an album
Scary
A couple bones to pick
Ironic
They the ones I buried
Be
Tell me what you you wanna be
I don’t have opinions
I let records speak for me
Next
Tell me what is next
A wall full a plaques
Or a coffin full of threats
They want a real one
Or another one
Who tries then dies
Lets coincide
Let’s give em five
And see who’s still alive
Lets take it deeper
You could not survive inside my mind
You barely fine in yours
And that shit got the sliding doors
Handicap mentions
Bitter women
With poor intentions
Bitter competition
Slaughter
Everyone
To paint my vision
White walls red streaks
Too soon don’t peak
Cheat codes back streets
Like where the fuck are the police
Sheesh
I lost respect
When I passed my idols' talent
A fucking genius
All these up and comers
Match the palate
A fucking sicko
They still haven’t seen an album
Scary
A couple bones to pick
Ironic
They the ones I buried
Be
Tell me what you you wanna be
I don’t have opinions
I let records speak for me
Next
Tell me what is next
A wall full a plaques
Or a coffin full of threats