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My tablet; All out here tryna run up in a rat race Stacking dollars cut throat yeah fast paced We the people don’t care bout last name. Fuck yo money fuck yo 15 of fame Got no bars let me put you on the right track. Steady gripping hammers my fam never lack. Slip up caught up in the rat trap. Slip up caught up in the rat trap. Trap yeah that’s Something we should talk bout but most you fucking rappers out here spitting ghost up out your mouth. Too fucked up on pills and lean cant even spit a sentence Mumble through a whole track take the bottle and good riddance. Here’s some cheese bitch come over yeah it’s alright. You steady leanin bobbin weaving like you in a fight. Think you rapping and you coming hard up on the mic. Until you lose to me fat 35 and white. I’m just an average guy I ain’t no college kid Shit I hear lately I wish they died of sids dope beat lil pump or some drug addict. Skrr skrr beep beep or eskeetit Can’t tell me this is rap bitch I’m not a sheep. Tell waka floka he can take a fucking leap. With Keke drizzy mgk next to him in the seat take all the xanax rappers down six feet deep. So I can sleep and put some rhythm back words on the beat. It’s a fallacy thinkin they get close to me. bars all day bagging them like grocery. Don’t you know than motherfucking ghost can’t speak. So why the fuck they on the charts every week. I’m scooby doo up in the van it’s a mystery. Mask off no talent they mean shit to me.
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