[Produced by Knxwledge]
[Intro]
Yes, Strawberries
[Verse 1: AkSupreme]
Uh, And we back at it again
Still don't trust no friends, somone grab him a pen
He writing down what he missing
And the names of every clown who decided to sneak diss him
He pull out a wad letting the pockets taunt her
Got a mind full of missles just like a rocket launcher
This rap shit ain't new to me
They wonder if I wrote it because it flows so fluently
Scrilla what influence me
The type to get tight when he recieves small gratuity
But sales been through the roof
Got customers hanging from the ceiling like he's making a dungeon spoof
Collecting a lot of loot
Known to cut to the chase as if he's in hot pursuit
Kill rappers at the source and then down to the root
The flow is so atrocious he spitting tuberculosis
Average rhymes put him to sleep
The genre is hypnosis
Always choking and smoking on medicine
Tends to flow like a veteran
508 blowing up, but everybody who I'm better than
And I might forget to mention
Sick of sitting in detention
Me and the teachers on different pages
I'm never paying attention
ATTENTION
We crunch rappers rappers never cradle used to rap with The Monarch at the lunch table
Pencil shavings in my bed sheets from writing to these deadbeats
And also babies lying in the street, shit is tragic
Selling meds the only way you living lavish
And the only thing common about sense is no one has it
[Intro]
Yes, Strawberries
[Verse 1: AkSupreme]
Uh, And we back at it again
Still don't trust no friends, somone grab him a pen
He writing down what he missing
And the names of every clown who decided to sneak diss him
He pull out a wad letting the pockets taunt her
Got a mind full of missles just like a rocket launcher
This rap shit ain't new to me
They wonder if I wrote it because it flows so fluently
Scrilla what influence me
The type to get tight when he recieves small gratuity
But sales been through the roof
Got customers hanging from the ceiling like he's making a dungeon spoof
Collecting a lot of loot
Known to cut to the chase as if he's in hot pursuit
Kill rappers at the source and then down to the root
The flow is so atrocious he spitting tuberculosis
Average rhymes put him to sleep
The genre is hypnosis
Always choking and smoking on medicine
Tends to flow like a veteran
508 blowing up, but everybody who I'm better than
And I might forget to mention
Sick of sitting in detention
Me and the teachers on different pages
I'm never paying attention
ATTENTION
We crunch rappers rappers never cradle used to rap with The Monarch at the lunch table
Pencil shavings in my bed sheets from writing to these deadbeats
And also babies lying in the street, shit is tragic
Selling meds the only way you living lavish
And the only thing common about sense is no one has it
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