Collaboration
Collaboration: Verse 1: This clique is too sick, naw we don’t need you in it I brought one other boy who now about to spit Heat to the beat n we are bout to be lit C’mon Sunny D do ya think that they can handle it? Well I don’t know Clint but soon I’ll get the answer I said we was sick a bigger bully than cancer I’ll make it rain on ya deer yeah you can call me prancer Now lets see if it’s true are you the best tiktok dancer Verse 2: I am back again on mix tape number 2 I'm here cocked and locked and I am aiming for you Girl you look so fine like some candy and wine I'll take a big ol sip cause your taste is divine I dont have time sorry girl you gotta beat I'm just too busy out here repping this heat We the Donaldson boys we wont accept defeat We go so hard we knock em off their feet Flow go insane yeah I’m the best like Usain Run through tracks it’s facts I am great at the game And we ain’t the same you just lame I got fame You just a kitten and I’m the lion untamed Your forte is croquet my forte is soufflé I’m cooking up rhymes so I can serve ya gourmet Today is the day that you will learn how to play Real rough and rowdy yeah I am proud to be me Verse 3: Shaken, not stirred Awaken, my nerve Satan poser Raising boner Amazing my word Blazing that’s sure Debating no sir We taking over Blast off from the get-go this hit is lit bro Trash talking pit bull mental fit like a sicko Grime and muck is what I got for luck it’s tough But I could care less when the going gets rough My pad and my pen get me the win again My patience is thin I’m way more shady than slim We went from blaring Illmatic to playing pill addicts I ain’t saying they bad’s it’s just where’s the classics And I am not blacking out when I start jabbing I just need reactions they give me traction To overwhelm factions of mumble rap Lack-Tens Eating away at the game like they some Pac-men Verse 4: The score to my life VIP on the mic Racks full of cash dropped 10k on a bike Moneys no issue baby got plenty to spend But not enough to give to any of you fake friends Hmc no longer the place for me I've moved on moved out better places to be Like a wild horse held up I'm breaking free Now it’s me on those flyers ya boy Sunny D I ain’t no shooting star they fall down I fly high No pills are involved I just wanna see the sky Thirteen reasons why all you rappers can die You ain’t got the goods next to Meyer and I
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Collaboration: Verse 1: This clique is too sick, naw we don’t need you in it I brought one other boy who now about to spit Heat to the beat n we are bout to be lit C’mon Sunny D do ya think that they can handle it? Well I don’t know Clint but soon I’ll get the answer I said we was sick a bigger bully than cancer I’ll make it rain on ya deer yeah you can call me prancer Now lets see if it’s true are you the best tiktok dancer Verse 2: I am back again on mix tape number 2 I'm here cocked and locked and I am aiming for you Girl you look so fine like some candy and wine I'll take a big ol sip cause your taste is divine I dont have time sorry girl you gotta beat I'm just too busy out here repping this heat We the Donaldson boys we wont accept defeat We go so hard we knock em off their feet Flow go insane yeah I’m the best like Usain Run through tracks it’s facts I am great at the game And we ain’t the same you just lame I got fame You just a kitten and I’m the lion untamed Your forte is croquet my forte is soufflé I’m cooking up rhymes so I can serve ya gourmet Today is the day that you will learn how to play Real rough and rowdy yeah I am proud to be me Verse 3: Shaken, not stirred Awaken, my nerve Satan poser Raising boner Amazing my word Blazing that’s sure Debating no sir We taking over Blast off from the get-go this hit is lit bro Trash talking pit bull mental fit like a sicko Grime and muck is what I got for luck it’s tough But I could care less when the going gets rough My pad and my pen get me the win again My patience is thin I’m way more shady than slim We went from blaring Illmatic to playing pill addicts I ain’t saying they bad’s it’s just where’s the classics And I am not blacking out when I start jabbing I just need reactions they give me traction To overwhelm factions of mumble rap Lack-Tens Eating away at the game like they some Pac-men Verse 4: The score to my life VIP on the mic Racks full of cash dropped 10k on a bike Moneys no issue baby got plenty to spend But not enough to give to any of you fake friends Hmc no longer the place for me I've moved on moved out better places to be Like a wild horse held up I'm breaking free Now it’s me on those flyers ya boy Sunny D I ain’t no shooting star they fall down I fly high No pills are involved I just wanna see the sky Thirteen reasons why all you rappers can die You ain’t got the goods next to Meyer and I