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[intro]
_spits on tempo_
_hocks_

[hook]
i’ma _spits_ some, you leavin’ or listenin’? (huh?)
it be up to you son, sauce losin’ or bread winnin’? (uh)
about deals not pills, reals not feels
sk!ll plus thrill equals success material

[verse 1]
aw h_ll nah, fra
listen, really, my life ain’t easy
and i swear i ain’t sayin’ this sh_t to get no pity
well that’s what you might be thinkin’
but can’t you see i’m still on my hustle?
you sure will never catch me leakin’, tweakin’, sleepin’ on the ground
rules: number one is, yeah g is me
but what i mean is
you need to have it smart but play it dumb, now say somethin’
point is i’ve been so on point doin’ it that i ‘ventually forgot
my stoic will makes me wanna do it big and even poach your spot (ah_ah)
number two, oh shoo, this one’s huge
mindset is key (b_tch, comin’ from you and your screws loose?)
and odyu intrudes
f_ck you strunz, since when you’ve any clue of how to?
just ‘cause you’re more cute, built, groomed, sk!lled, cool without chill?
[hook]
i’ma _spits_ some, you leavin’ or listenin’? (huh?)
it be up to you son, sauce losin’ or bread winnin’? (uh)
about deals not pills, reals not feels
sk!ll plus thrill equals success material

[verse 2]
so back to it
was just proving how much i got sh_t on lock
i just go stupid
only problem is somehow my sh_t really sucks
then one day i hear about this f_cker
done stunned, flows like no other
dude’s italian, spits in english and his phone is set on russian
can’t help but wonder _inhales_
how he gon’ rap when i barely hear him speak?
i got way more hunger _inhales_
this why all i do is sit back, watch and eat
i sure can compete
i’m a creep equipped with embarassing belly and weak dreams
and i don’t get chicks and cheese ‘cause, see, i got priorities
it’s me who fools around these streets all day long
it’s me who gives out headaches and do people wrong
also it’s me who got no discipline and purpose at all
and still it’s me who just dissed himself right on my f_ckin’ opp song
aah c’mon
[hook]
i’ma _spits_ some, you leavin’ or listenin’? (huh?)
it be up to you son, sauce losin’ or bread winnin’? (uh)
about deals not pills, reals not feels
sk!ll plus thrill equals success material

[verse 3]
before i even got that better i had to bet i could outrap him
sort of blessed, built_in class as he spends his days on a desk
my sword is gon’ make you scatter, or else you gon’ get gathered
got confidence, c_ckiness perhaps, so how is it that he accomplishes tasks?
humble my ass
i hit the gas but, d_mn your man’s most savage
can’t replenish
already back at me manifestin’, leverage masterin’
need aspirin asap, payback is happenin’
caught in the crossfire bad as baddies is clappin’
and when the nemesis is done, it’s fun, enemies run
it’s some serious sh_t, blood and some sickening puns
so when it comes to take this l might as well light it up
fra i just front upfront, grunt, then get my g_

[outro]
tun tun
and then tun tun tun tun
tun tun tun tun
_distinct gunshots_

- odyu propaganda

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