to rap fame
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•14 Apr 2023
rack rack it up , stacking it up , thats whats up , running a muck , never get stuck , always on luck no giving a fuck , wearing my chucks , tailors swming thru water like sailors , sending the message like fucken mailer, cant go back to jailer , so i tell her dont stop get on top or give me top , u might like it ir might not, but i cant stop , keep giving me brain like corn on a cob , gonna slob on my fucken nob, still got what i got thanks to god , thats my rock , feeling alive and free , im a G from the streets where they kill and hear beats , to compete and wont stop till i beat my competition thats gonna be my mission , dont give me any other reason , this the season to keep on spiting that hot l fire shit dont regret once u find ur self in the trench if u do u belong in the bench , so i just grab the mic start to record grab yhe mic like a sword its time to settle the score , time liquor store , andq grab my 40 then halla back , getting back on track , still getting my paper right and still out of sight , and i might catch a flight on this fucken chump that keeps talking shit behind my back ,im a smack his ass , fucken puto, sending his ass straight to fucken pluto , so now u know how it goes with flows might see me in my shows ,or with some hoes , throwing elbows ,but much respect to all my people from the rap fame in the game keep on flowing till we reach the top hard work pays so keep on going till we see better days ,so i stay heavy and devoted , in the game im geetting loaded, im the one that wrote it ,
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rack rack it up , stacking it up , thats whats up , running a muck , never get stuck , always on luck no giving a fuck , wearing my chucks , tailors swming thru water like sailors , sending the message like fucken mailer, cant go back to jailer , so i tell her dont stop get on top or give me top , u might like it ir might not, but i cant stop , keep giving me brain like corn on a cob , gonna slob on my fucken nob, still got what i got thanks to god , thats my rock , feeling alive and free , im a G from the streets where they kill and hear beats , to compete and wont stop till i beat my competition thats gonna be my mission , dont give me any other reason , this the season to keep on spiting that hot l fire shit dont regret once u find ur self in the trench if u do u belong in the bench , so i just grab the mic start to record grab yhe mic like a sword its time to settle the score , time liquor store , andq grab my 40 then halla back , getting back on track , still getting my paper right and still out of sight , and i might catch a flight on this fucken chump that keeps talking shit behind my back ,im a smack his ass , fucken puto, sending his ass straight to fucken pluto , so now u know how it goes with flows might see me in my shows ,or with some hoes , throwing elbows ,but much respect to all my people from the rap fame in the game keep on flowing till we reach the top hard work pays so keep on going till we see better days ,so i stay heavy and devoted , in the game im geetting loaded, im the one that wrote it ,
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