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[Intro]
(HOTBOY)
[Verse 1: SWIM & TJOnline]
My brother said I work too hard, I said he right
My pen is way too golden, girl, just let me write
Thankful that my father never left, he always lead me right
Hardships, never soft, I gotta get my shit off and live long like Betty White
Right, uh, I'm malicious, straight outrageous, vi-vi-vicious
Ain't no playin', ain't no scrimmage, don't you play with none my digits
Know my paper, know my payments, bitch my patience has been bendin'
Yeah, I'm bankin' all my statements, feel amazing, they been grinnin'
I reek of heavy metal, pen a million manifesto
My parents fled the ghetto and still raised a dеcent fellow
You just can't run with me, whеn all I see is geeks and pebbles
Who knew the boy who grew up Coy, would be a rebel
Okay, I'm callin' funeral services, emergency
For who ever question or even gesture uncertainty
If I bring a verse, then I also brought you a hearse for free
Take it as business or take it personally
Whatever's worse, it works for me
Your life is in my hands, treat BPMs like surgery
Heart is on my sleeve, leaves me bleedin' like a murder scene
I'm only seein' green, gettin' crea-my, urgently
And if you haven't heard of me, consider this a courtesy (Yeah)
(HOTBOY)
[Verse 1: SWIM & TJOnline]
My brother said I work too hard, I said he right
My pen is way too golden, girl, just let me write
Thankful that my father never left, he always lead me right
Hardships, never soft, I gotta get my shit off and live long like Betty White
Right, uh, I'm malicious, straight outrageous, vi-vi-vicious
Ain't no playin', ain't no scrimmage, don't you play with none my digits
Know my paper, know my payments, bitch my patience has been bendin'
Yeah, I'm bankin' all my statements, feel amazing, they been grinnin'
I reek of heavy metal, pen a million manifesto
My parents fled the ghetto and still raised a dеcent fellow
You just can't run with me, whеn all I see is geeks and pebbles
Who knew the boy who grew up Coy, would be a rebel
Okay, I'm callin' funeral services, emergency
For who ever question or even gesture uncertainty
If I bring a verse, then I also brought you a hearse for free
Take it as business or take it personally
Whatever's worse, it works for me
Your life is in my hands, treat BPMs like surgery
Heart is on my sleeve, leaves me bleedin' like a murder scene
I'm only seein' green, gettin' crea-my, urgently
And if you haven't heard of me, consider this a courtesy (Yeah)
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