The New Kid
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•04 Nov 2020
I like doing things my way, It’s hard to compromise, I tell them boys ketchup, Like French fries, Feel like Mr. West I gotta big ego, Cuz I make it look easy Free throw, I’m like hold up Let me humble myself, When I was a beginner, I wanted some help, Ok first of all You got to be yourself, Let the game choose you Play the hand you're dealt, Be confident not arrogant, That’s important, Mean what you say And your verses will be scorching, Last but not least You got to get your swag on, You’re unique it’s ok if you say the words wrong, It’s no proper way to speak It’s no English class, Make sure you clear enough And your message get passed, If you got all that Then you don’t need my help, Just hop on the beat And whip it like a belt. i served myself the beat dem homies think it gon sour I be tryna get my swags on but this stuff won't line up steady no night sleep but never had a any liquor to take but i shoved it up it's bad what this strauters wan do my line you the best no beats that you won't line up my first start was so cold that i got it doped that's no cap to what imma do soon i roast the beat aint no beast them tryna shuffle but give them my knuckle sit back relax am too good to quit my lines too drop and they hit it twice never in a competition but they say i won thought this new swift dropped the hooks on 'em am new in the game they call me swift I have been killing beats since started check my style it's no double, double wrecker coz i wrecked the beat and they bowed down mix or no mix my chill sounds raw i got my pen stashed up cuz am on payroll started on the street with my guy graffiti homie taught me how to roll and i killed it we have been through a lot no shows give us the beat and have it killed
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I like doing things my way, It’s hard to compromise, I tell them boys ketchup, Like French fries, Feel like Mr. West I gotta big ego, Cuz I make it look easy Free throw, I’m like hold up Let me humble myself, When I was a beginner, I wanted some help, Ok first of all You got to be yourself, Let the game choose you Play the hand you're dealt, Be confident not arrogant, That’s important, Mean what you say And your verses will be scorching, Last but not least You got to get your swag on, You’re unique it’s ok if you say the words wrong, It’s no proper way to speak It’s no English class, Make sure you clear enough And your message get passed, If you got all that Then you don’t need my help, Just hop on the beat And whip it like a belt. i served myself the beat dem homies think it gon sour I be tryna get my swags on but this stuff won't line up steady no night sleep but never had a any liquor to take but i shoved it up it's bad what this strauters wan do my line you the best no beats that you won't line up my first start was so cold that i got it doped that's no cap to what imma do soon i roast the beat aint no beast them tryna shuffle but give them my knuckle sit back relax am too good to quit my lines too drop and they hit it twice never in a competition but they say i won thought this new swift dropped the hooks on 'em am new in the game they call me swift I have been killing beats since started check my style it's no double, double wrecker coz i wrecked the beat and they bowed down mix or no mix my chill sounds raw i got my pen stashed up cuz am on payroll started on the street with my guy graffiti homie taught me how to roll and i killed it we have been through a lot no shows give us the beat and have it killed
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