I'm on another level,
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•11 months ago
I'm on another level, They gotta play catch up, I'm never gonna settle, Right now I got next up, I got my eyes on the prize, Meteoric rise, Record breaking highs, Limit is the skies, Word to the wise, Before you even try, This is just a taste, I'm about to shine, Light so bright, That it might leave you blind, Aspiration so great, That it can't be denied, So lend me your ears, And check out my rhyme, You've been blessed by the best, Thanks for your time Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Been ballin’ in may back Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Hustle like I’m broke Your shit is just a joke It’s all on me and I bet you choke You lames workin bad bishes twerking Stack my racks up cuz I’m puttin’ work in i smashed that pussy til she said it hurtin’ CREAM til the end all a hustler knows Just how it goes, ya I suppose my Watch that bish drop straight to floor Flipped that bitch over put on fours Here I come, woah bish woah Talk that ish get your head chopp’d off JB is the boss and he got the sauce drop the top I smoke pot On the block yo bitch on my cock Shootin up the block with my glock I don't stop, I can't knock These other niggas they can't top My lines are so hot like bitches in tube tops Grab my tube socks I do rock The mic tonight it feels right you can't fight My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight It's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties Get a quicky from a silly bitch named lilly But this windy city sorta shitty Trippy music modern hippies I slaughter beats, murder lines, and kill every single time You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes I’m on adder-all, and dank smoke weed wat you think And I throw knuckles ’till they bleed I got more money than Bill Gates needsl And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Been ballin’ in may back Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Hustle like I’m broke Your shit is just a joke It’s all on me and I bet you choke You lames workin bad bishes twerking Stack my racks up cuz I’m puttin’ work in i smashed that pussy til she said it hurtin’ CREAM til the end all a hustler knows Just how it goes, ya I suppose my Watch that bish drop straight to floor Flipped that bitch over put on fours Here I come, woah bish woah Talk that ish get your head chopp’d off JB is the boss and he got the sauce
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I'm on another level, They gotta play catch up, I'm never gonna settle, Right now I got next up, I got my eyes on the prize, Meteoric rise, Record breaking highs, Limit is the skies, Word to the wise, Before you even try, This is just a taste, I'm about to shine, Light so bright, That it might leave you blind, Aspiration so great, That it can't be denied, So lend me your ears, And check out my rhyme, You've been blessed by the best, Thanks for your time Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Been ballin’ in may back Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Hustle like I’m broke Your shit is just a joke It’s all on me and I bet you choke You lames workin bad bishes twerking Stack my racks up cuz I’m puttin’ work in i smashed that pussy til she said it hurtin’ CREAM til the end all a hustler knows Just how it goes, ya I suppose my Watch that bish drop straight to floor Flipped that bitch over put on fours Here I come, woah bish woah Talk that ish get your head chopp’d off JB is the boss and he got the sauce drop the top I smoke pot On the block yo bitch on my cock Shootin up the block with my glock I don't stop, I can't knock These other niggas they can't top My lines are so hot like bitches in tube tops Grab my tube socks I do rock The mic tonight it feels right you can't fight My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight It's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties Get a quicky from a silly bitch named lilly But this windy city sorta shitty Trippy music modern hippies I slaughter beats, murder lines, and kill every single time You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes I’m on adder-all, and dank smoke weed wat you think And I throw knuckles ’till they bleed I got more money than Bill Gates needsl And just lookin’ at a bitch’ll make ‘em drop to Do I look broke Homie you know I’ll take the blow Can I count on my bros Or they’re just like the hoes Should I be my own bro Been ballin’ in may back Leavin’ out in smoke Backseat full of hoes Hustle like I’m broke Your shit is just a joke It’s all on me and I bet you choke You lames workin bad bishes twerking Stack my racks up cuz I’m puttin’ work in i smashed that pussy til she said it hurtin’ CREAM til the end all a hustler knows Just how it goes, ya I suppose my Watch that bish drop straight to floor Flipped that bitch over put on fours Here I come, woah bish woah Talk that ish get your head chopp’d off JB is the boss and he got the sauce
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