pop the 9

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2 months ago

popular guys. open ya eyes. live my life no surprise. roll the dice. its my lucky day cold on the mic spit that yoga flame stepping away from you haters spreadin lies. they decinigrate its a piece of pie i need my own peace of mind. wrecks in effect my enterprise 3 minutes of ya time leaving you blind read between the lines. cooking up rhymes call me duncan hines wordplay for fun all the time on you popular guys humankind erase you slimeballs see you later and anybody else tryna take mine. wrecks in effect my enemies fall at the drop of a dime. the boss of these rhymes dont get lost or fall behind ducking for cover behind enemy lines fuck it my brother i just crossed the finish line. there is no other cant nobody take my shine. fake it til you make it Lord gimme a sign. like popeye i get the spinach ay yo im blessed on top of that my whole team winnin get it correct hit the tracks up for a minute then its back to the batcave where im living rapping lyrics takes commitment. loving this life that im livin no contradictions aint no pot to piss in. its strickly business. writers block i cant stand so i decided to cure the sickness heavily father be my witness. going through trials and tribulations holding my smile down like what is this. cats be trippin rats be snitching i catch em slippin then its back to business on you popular guys i can feel the friction in the air everywhere listen to my battlecry. pop you guys like pop tarts reach for the sky ay yo im that rap star that got bars big balls that are large at any cost dont get lost or better yet tossed in a lake of fire i carry my cross to the pearly gates of heaven with battle scars sending mcs in every direction hit the booth with the truth raise the roof and im gone on another level another song from the nuclear rebel keep it going strong i dont believe in the devil. i believe in pushing the pedal to the metal and winning medals instrumentals and keeping shit confidential in the mental. freestyle spittin or written just gimme the pencil.

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26 days ago

Killed it! 🎯

2 months ago

Strong Bars 💪

2 months ago

popular guys. open ya eyes. live my life no surprise. roll the dice. its my lucky day cold on the mic spit that yoga flame stepping away from you haters spreadin lies. they decinigrate its a piece of pie i need my own peace of mind. wrecks in effect my enterprise 3 minutes of ya time leaving you blind read between the lines. cooking up rhymes call me duncan hines wordplay for fun all the time on you popular guys humankind erase you slimeballs see you later and anybody else tryna take mine. wrecks in effect my enemies fall at the drop of a dime. the boss of these rhymes dont get lost or fall behind ducking for cover behind enemy lines fuck it my brother i just crossed the finish line. there is no other cant nobody take my shine. fake it til you make it Lord gimme a sign. like popeye i get the spinach ay yo im blessed on top of that my whole team winnin get it correct hit the tracks up for a minute then its back to the batcave where im living rapping lyrics takes commitment. loving this life that im livin no contradictions aint no pot to piss in. its strickly business. writers block i cant stand so i decided to cure the sickness heavily father be my witness. going through trials and tribulations holding my smile down like what is this. cats be trippin rats be snitching i catch em slippin then its back to business on you popular guys i can feel the friction in the air everywhere listen to my battlecry. pop you guys like pop tarts reach for the sky ay yo im that rap star that got bars big balls that are large at any cost dont get lost or better yet tossed in a lake of fire i carry my cross to the pearly gates of heaven with battle scars sending mcs in every direction hit the booth with the truth raise the roof and im gone on another level another song from the nuclear rebel keep it going strong i dont believe in the devil. i believe in pushing the pedal to the metal and winning medals instrumentals and keeping shit confidential in the mental. freestyle spittin or written just gimme the pencil.

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