[Intro]
Cough-cough, cough-cough
[Verse 1: Sxmpra]
Ayy, sit back as I rip from the chest
Microphone in my hand and a voice in my head
I'ma keep spittin' till there ain't none left
I guess death be the only thing that keep me set
Like, two years since I said ya dead
I made moves that the money ain't a thing, oh, yes
I stress that I'm not just a regular guest
The rap for the stacks, I bring back the boom-bap
Like, who that kid dressed in all black?
Every motherfucker wanna be on my track
I don't give a fuck about your cap-ass rap
You stay wack while I snap, keep the bars on tap, huh
All I hear is "Money, monеy, bitches", but I don't see no money or the mothеrfuckin' bitches, uh
All I see is corny rappers acting famous like they made it, but ain't makin' any fucking digits
Yeah, let me break it down for ya
You do it for the image, ain't nobody down for ya
Comin' up out the grave, I was underground for ya
Now I'm comin' and takin' the throne, better bow down for ya
Highness, leave your bank in the minus
All my bills are blue like my motherfuckin' iris
Fillin' up your head like a goddamn virus
Really wanna say my double dare, you fuckin' try this
What? All you get is my piss
Spit like a mag and I'm dumpin' my clip
Name someone else who be doin' this shit
Y'all can keep it coming, schema clique in this bitch
Cough-cough, cough-cough
[Verse 1: Sxmpra]
Ayy, sit back as I rip from the chest
Microphone in my hand and a voice in my head
I'ma keep spittin' till there ain't none left
I guess death be the only thing that keep me set
Like, two years since I said ya dead
I made moves that the money ain't a thing, oh, yes
I stress that I'm not just a regular guest
The rap for the stacks, I bring back the boom-bap
Like, who that kid dressed in all black?
Every motherfucker wanna be on my track
I don't give a fuck about your cap-ass rap
You stay wack while I snap, keep the bars on tap, huh
All I hear is "Money, monеy, bitches", but I don't see no money or the mothеrfuckin' bitches, uh
All I see is corny rappers acting famous like they made it, but ain't makin' any fucking digits
Yeah, let me break it down for ya
You do it for the image, ain't nobody down for ya
Comin' up out the grave, I was underground for ya
Now I'm comin' and takin' the throne, better bow down for ya
Highness, leave your bank in the minus
All my bills are blue like my motherfuckin' iris
Fillin' up your head like a goddamn virus
Really wanna say my double dare, you fuckin' try this
What? All you get is my piss
Spit like a mag and I'm dumpin' my clip
Name someone else who be doin' this shit
Y'all can keep it coming, schema clique in this bitch
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