I AM THE CULTURE
I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...) Verse 1]. They said rap died, I run the resurrection of corpses Them niggas lied im alive I just walked through the door Gregory Heinz dances on necklaces? Nah, that's a tribute Every viral clip got my DNA on shit, made myself fashion icon to tim boots Give me the loot I fracture beats, no off-time, no mercy Cadence like chainsaw, carve up humanity Your GOATs retired, legends turn to memes TikTok dancers get mortalised on my wrist called it Jealousy I run the culture— nightmare fuel for their dreams Im the modern day Cloverfield monstrosity Chi-town menace, global pandemic flow My verse infect the globe,allowed this shit to grow They chase clout, I chase pussy for my face no expiration dates .she get dumped I got taste MoeBucks... I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...) [Verse 2] 1.They gonna copy my drip, steal my slang, gotta audacity call it "trend" 2. Rats in the trenches, now I dictate War games with grenades Burning a pages so they dont mimic my booklet I spit glass shards in faces until your decisions has changes I wrote blueprints, until they pretending under they Villain mask, I bring smoke from engines , blowing gas drippin like cold flasks //// Every bar need a exorcism,am on fire like kayne dating Christine// end beat Better pray for the old me, before a new ghost get upgrade Now I'm runnin' your playlists,my cultures get raided this fracture your favorites, this one harsh left em derivative From the block to the boardroom, I own the narrative Playboy is where ever the carrot is no days off like a snare You stream my poverty pains, into likes and shares as Crown hang off my ears But I run the culture here —took my throne just sat down in this chair [Hook] I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...)
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I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...) Verse 1]. They said rap died, I run the resurrection of corpses Them niggas lied im alive I just walked through the door Gregory Heinz dances on necklaces? Nah, that's a tribute Every viral clip got my DNA on shit, made myself fashion icon to tim boots Give me the loot I fracture beats, no off-time, no mercy Cadence like chainsaw, carve up humanity Your GOATs retired, legends turn to memes TikTok dancers get mortalised on my wrist called it Jealousy I run the culture— nightmare fuel for their dreams Im the modern day Cloverfield monstrosity Chi-town menace, global pandemic flow My verse infect the globe,allowed this shit to grow They chase clout, I chase pussy for my face no expiration dates .she get dumped I got taste MoeBucks... I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...) [Verse 2] 1.They gonna copy my drip, steal my slang, gotta audacity call it "trend" 2. Rats in the trenches, now I dictate War games with grenades Burning a pages so they dont mimic my booklet I spit glass shards in faces until your decisions has changes I wrote blueprints, until they pretending under they Villain mask, I bring smoke from engines , blowing gas drippin like cold flasks //// Every bar need a exorcism,am on fire like kayne dating Christine// end beat Better pray for the old me, before a new ghost get upgrade Now I'm runnin' your playlists,my cultures get raided this fracture your favorites, this one harsh left em derivative From the block to the boardroom, I own the narrative Playboy is where ever the carrot is no days off like a snare You stream my poverty pains, into likes and shares as Crown hang off my ears But I run the culture here —took my throne just sat down in this chair [Hook] I run the culture—ain't no discussion Crown on my dome, throne built from destruction Next wave crashin'? Nah, that's the flow that given out coffins Chi town very own , forever spending corruptin' I got blues face bitch ,turn your idols to stone I run the culture... put them on my neck bars cut deeper than a Razor, no suture Niga i am gone (run it...)
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