blessing God
Shooting for the stars I'm an astronaut you say that you're a goat I put you in a curry pot I get it popping like a fist full of dread locks on a clean beat I get funky as a gym sock they don't know I'm ill til they test me I lay so many bars My vocab looks arrested God flow, I can get on a track and bless it side shows, I call my competition They ain't ready I'm cold as the winter soldier Avengers Bucky a bad man but I'm out the cage like a trustee hello Rap Fame, it's your poster child bout to renovate cuz I plan to be here a while so ya better learn my name like the school teacher cuz I'm bout to run the game I'll see you in the bleachers you can't see me like my mode is stealth I'm ahead of my time, dont get ahead of yourself
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still didn't get that diss track do it little b**** like I said I never heard the district if I don't hear the diss track then you're by tomorrow then you are a b**** and you are a scared of a 8 year old little boy
you'll never hurt that just try do it little boy little b****
You can’t rap
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