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I walk in the spot and they stare like I’m pressure, Ain’t savin’ no soul, I’m a natural aggressor. She blowin’ my phone, but I’m finna finesse her, I ghosted her once, now she callin’ me extra. I’m breakin’ her heart while I’m countin’ this cheddar, I’m doin’ her wrong but she swear I’m her blessing. Toxic as hell but I move like a legend, I’m dodgin’ attachments, I’m duckin’ affection. I’m really him — don’t compare me to nothin’, My confidence loud, you can hear when I’m comin’. I step in the booth and the beat get to runnin’, My flow hit the track like a drumline drummin’. They tryna keep up but they lackin’ the stamina, I’m talkin’ too slick, I should study in grammar. She want a real one but I ain’t got manners, I leave her on read while I count up the damage. I’m poppin’ my shit ‘cause I know I’m the truth, I’m toxic but honest, I’m bad for the youth. I’m cocky, I’m sharp, I’m too fly for the roof, My ego so high it done climbed out the booth. I’m movin’ like none of these boys in my bracket, She ask how I’m livin’? I tell her “dramatic.” I’m cold to the core, I’m a walking bad habit, I’m givin’ out chaos, you learnin’ to manage it. Straight off the top but it feel like it’s written, My flow got a fever, the mic need a clinic. They think they can top me — I’m laughin’, I’m grinnin’, I’m him every time, even when I ain’t finished.
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I walk in the spot and they stare like I’m pressure, Ain’t savin’ no soul, I’m a natural aggressor. She blowin’ my phone, but I’m finna finesse her, I ghosted her once, now she callin’ me extra. I’m breakin’ her heart while I’m countin’ this cheddar, I’m doin’ her wrong but she swear I’m her blessing. Toxic as hell but I move like a legend, I’m dodgin’ attachments, I’m duckin’ affection. I’m really him — don’t compare me to nothin’, My confidence loud, you can hear when I’m comin’. I step in the booth and the beat get to runnin’, My flow hit the track like a drumline drummin’. They tryna keep up but they lackin’ the stamina, I’m talkin’ too slick, I should study in grammar. She want a real one but I ain’t got manners, I leave her on read while I count up the damage. I’m poppin’ my shit ‘cause I know I’m the truth, I’m toxic but honest, I’m bad for the youth. I’m cocky, I’m sharp, I’m too fly for the roof, My ego so high it done climbed out the booth. I’m movin’ like none of these boys in my bracket, She ask how I’m livin’? I tell her “dramatic.” I’m cold to the core, I’m a walking bad habit, I’m givin’ out chaos, you learnin’ to manage it. Straight off the top but it feel like it’s written, My flow got a fever, the mic need a clinic. They think they can top me — I’m laughin’, I’m grinnin’, I’m him every time, even when I ain’t finished.
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