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(carter on the beat)

[hook]
lit
lit
i’m reading my novel for lit
you know i be makin the hits
your rapping stinks like my pits
lit
lit
all of my candles are lit
your sk!lls are like all of your fits
basically non existent

[verse 1]
i’m better at tennis and y’all are the worst
you’re losing the match when i swing and i serve
i hit it with raquet and make the ball swerve
you’re missing my shot when i put on the skrrt
i’m better than you if i’m telling the truth
and finding that fact doesn’t take any sleuths
my style is dope, your style is p–p
like the tennis sk!lls of shravani and bruce
your tennis sk!lls are like totally wack
i pull up with pros like big d and big rak
together we score with a vehement smack
so you better watch out for our tennis attack
i’m big bobby ross making portaits to paint
you drive your mom’s whip while i pull up and skate
i’m superman if you are bruce wayne
my youtube is giving me so much more fame
i put de on the map (ooo)
poetry falls in my lap (ooo)
half of y’all can’t even rap (ooo)
i’m only spittin the facts (ooo)
i’m pulling up like i’m dat boi (skrrt)
i got the sauce like i’m soy (ay)
i’m playing tennis like a toy (ay)
and yall cannot score any points
my style is always fresh while your swag is like pretty old
i’m repping de where all of your cities fold
my hard rap demeanor is actually gritty gold
so i’mma pull up to banks and deposit like fity folds

[verse 2]
y’all just some young bloods
shouldn’t beef with someone
y’all ain’t makin no funds
i am worse than no one
i hope in my old run
i’ll still see a gold sun
cuz if i see a cold one
then i might have to blow one

- c rap

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