[Intro]
This for my brothers, lost sisters, mothers
And all the above
Forget your troubles
I'm on the double
I overwork
Throw 'em in the trash 'til my shoulder hurts
You like my grind right
Fuck with me, you get it
These empty threats are so packed
Shit, I meant it, "offended?"
Well, good
I see you just understood
After all this time spent writing rhymes on my iPhone
Decline your calls, well, fine
Told you I'm not like other guys
You put me down just to euthanize
You're much like shifter (Bitch)
No love, I get ya
Except I forget ya
You thought I miss ya
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Travel in abyss
Blacked out, we're goin' in
Still envisioning my spot as a freshman
Double XL, the rest are all dead, man
All I see is supper and it's just a bunch of bread, man
I see the danger
I see the hope you pray might save ya
Now I stay
Ninja land like Hanate
Tell the mic everything that you wanna say (Ayy)
And what did I say to you
Body anybody in a hundred mile radius
It's me against the OC (Yeah)
Now they know me
Microphone eater, and I'm not choking (I'm not choking)
Who you think I am, and who you want me to be?
All nines, that's 3F3 (Three)
This the record for the hip-hop heads that know flip-flop
I'm killin' this shit 'til my shit drop
This for my brothers, lost sisters, mothers
And all the above
Forget your troubles
I'm on the double
I overwork
Throw 'em in the trash 'til my shoulder hurts
You like my grind right
Fuck with me, you get it
These empty threats are so packed
Shit, I meant it, "offended?"
Well, good
I see you just understood
After all this time spent writing rhymes on my iPhone
Decline your calls, well, fine
Told you I'm not like other guys
You put me down just to euthanize
You're much like shifter (Bitch)
No love, I get ya
Except I forget ya
You thought I miss ya
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Travel in abyss
Blacked out, we're goin' in
Still envisioning my spot as a freshman
Double XL, the rest are all dead, man
All I see is supper and it's just a bunch of bread, man
I see the danger
I see the hope you pray might save ya
Now I stay
Ninja land like Hanate
Tell the mic everything that you wanna say (Ayy)
And what did I say to you
Body anybody in a hundred mile radius
It's me against the OC (Yeah)
Now they know me
Microphone eater, and I'm not choking (I'm not choking)
Who you think I am, and who you want me to be?
All nines, that's 3F3 (Three)
This the record for the hip-hop heads that know flip-flop
I'm killin' this shit 'til my shit drop
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