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sarob. - junebug. lyrics

i get up
with a switchblade under my tongue
another swisher in my fist, scathed half of my lung
you official? i ain’t even had none of you rung
i’m camu in camo comma kamikaze commentators on tate can hop off my motherf-cking jock get a job

upper echelon
i mean, what else you want?
know n-ggas be dreading me like workin at the salon
b-tches sweating me like wantin to meet sarob
blogs be hittin up like wantin a single out
i’m at my papa’s house, thinking i’m running out like
you think you smokin? earn your toke n
ain’t no prize when you’re the token
i hope your license worth the hoping
back in high school couldn’t work the stroking
six four foot no forfeit distorted
stroll the sordid swung the sword and
swore that i’d sort it
at some point

got drum kits + kit-kats i flip birds, i flip stacks
know y’all heard my syntax, i toe-tag, no tic-tac but i mint to show y’all young rob a g*nius
flow got em chili n-gga jalapeños
make em turn they heads like you hollered p-n-s
easy on some olu, you wish y’all could be this
i came through like what the f-ck
giant in the sack, baby, justin tuck you in
n-ggas thinking if they said my music sucked, you win
n-ggas thanking like i’m bout to bring you f-ckers in

i’m 6’4″ but i shrink sometimes

- sarob

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