1. |
Waste
03:04
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I whip out my chair
Take sip of air with henny
Transporting ny bars from my hard study
Nah no small feat used with sick beats
A lil tough tho 'parently w my small feet
Esketit the shit i hear
Don’t use it as agenda
Take your bars back
Before i pull your posterior
Act like a tough guy i know that
If i misjudge
My friends would misjudge you back
Scared yet?
I check on ma behaviour
The party i bring will move you to tear it uh
Shit i spit
Inherently political
Tickle your senses like subpar stupid syllables
Check your principles, invitationals
Not the tennis kind, mad intentional
Cuz my form will best you* and your other guys
Except cash i fuck w that
If you got that, hit me up, we can collab
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Ok let me soften up a lil bit
To a time when lyin’ was fine
Rewind to script about a friend of mine
Call him rt
Call him rt
Party pooper hype beast
Flows with west but looks like the east
Mindset all trash
Mr flocks with the gesse
Running rage in the quay
Blacks out in the streets
Every girl says ew
Who the fuck is he!
Mr smart guy who gets all cs
Dissed him from the start
Cuz he sweats through his sleeves
Mr grade 6 it seems
Calls himself the one the only lvb
But this all side bs
In honesty this guy like is a bro to me
So remember rt thats the name
Remember rt he's so lame
Remember rt forever alone
Remember rt stupid as a stone
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
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2. |
Baste
01:58
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Kimchi jigae baste w the taste
My flow like the food yeah it fuckin’ amaze
Comm de garçon
Flow like the gourd
Force like the torque
Bitch ain’t i hot
Skin with the flex
Proteins are maxed
Tracking the facts
I get soup with da sex
Cut me some slack
I don’t need no 6 pack
Ay i’d win me a check
And i get that 6 stack
Ay success comes with a pair of lips
Tho my words shock you into a paralysis
Im malicious and i put cinnamon in you mouth
So you can’t say shit but i am super loud
Touch my heart touch my mind i touch the clouds
Pull your data as a string and i carousell
Privacy breached , chilling by the beach, sunset leaks, repertoire’s of the heat
Expose the weak
Copycats or snakes to eat
Lookin’ like cock fights in bali beach
Preach loosely
Drunk pissy pissy
Ooze out the pus your bars ar like acne
Choose wisely
Double dip the chilli
Your bars are as whack as your flows
You with me? to put it simply
Your shit’s wimpy
Thinner than skim milk upsize venti
Try energy not bull
Learn what’s a rhyme take you back to school
It’s a crime
To go online
To pray for cosigns
When you dead like vine
When you dead like vine
Ay premature wine
Big boy cryin’
That shit’s fine
Kimchi jigae baste w the taste
My flow like the food yeah it fuckin’ amaze
Comm de garçon
Flow like the gourd
Force like the torque
Bitch ain’t i hot
Skin with the flex
Proteins are maxed
Tracking the facts
I get soup with da sex
Cut me some slack
I don’t need no 6 pack
Ay i’d win me a check
And i get that 6 stack
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3. |
Props
02:57
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Kid..
Kid-s case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
Case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
This shit ain’t chemical
Channel in my integral
Inner girl
Black eyed gold teeth
Long haired mischief
Sensodyne clean my sensi-teeth
Saline clean me of my grief
Tryin’ times who was lost who was found who will find
See beyond the swervy lines
Divine off of my motif
You cut off my mo deets
U think that i’m phony
Just hopped off of goldie
Like rocky like flocky
U got it you caught me
I’m hesi’ i’m sorry
Pretend that i’m ballsy
Could call me lil softy
But the names gourd healthy for you
Shits softs but rly tryna’ do it for you
Wax on wax off mask on mask overplayed
With hype the schemes just ain’t the same
But that’s fine as long as i’m lined
Tangent to fire burn myself die tryin’
Kid-s case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
Case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
Preppy props
Clown clouts
Souls sold out
Saul pauls just so appalled
Rippin’ bars w letters wrote in ac
Faze me
This ain’t a phase lil g
Sweepin’ statement i ain’t gone leave
I’d wanna weave in between the i.t
Oh blimey mind my recipe
I’m here to aid to villainy, tyranny
They thoroughly disrupting my harmony
Get racial, brown facials, distasteful
Earn dirty pesos shit spread radial
Could’ve said no, could’ve said yes
What happened to panache
You really lack finesse
You gotta check ya crest
Ya eye through a yellow mesh lens it’s a fact
Ay
Don’t kick the can, be bold mr man
Be bold mr man
Kid-s case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
Case’s closed
You ain’t gotta boast
Props to the people who own they own road
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4. |
6th Best Wrapper
03:07
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I whip out my chair
Take sip of air with henny
Transporting NY bars from my hard study
Nah no small feat used with sick beats
A lil tough tho 'parently w my small feet
Esketit the shit i hear
Don’t use it as agenda
Take your bars back
Before i pull your posterior
Act like a tough guy i know that
If i misjudge
My friends would misjudge you back
Scared yet?
I check on ma behaviour
The party i bring will move you to tear it uh
Shit i spit
Inherently political
Tickle your senses like subpar stupid syllables
Check your principles, invitationals
Not the tennis kind, mad intentional
Cuz my form will best you* and your other guys
Except cash i fuck w that
If you got that, hit me up, we can collab
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Ok let me soften up a lil bit
To a time when lyin’ was fine
Rewind to script about a friend of mine
Call him rt
Call him rt
Party pooper hype beast
Flows with west but looks like the east
Mindset all trash
Mr flocks with the gesse
Running rage in the quay
Blacks out in the streets
Every girl says ew
Who the fuck is he!
Mr smart guy who gets all Cs
Dissed him from the start
Cuz he sweats through his sleeves
Mr grade 6 it seems
Calls himself the one the only LVB
But this all side Bs
In honesty this guy like is a bro to me
So remember rt thats the name
Remember rt he's so lame
Remember rt forever alone
Remember rt stupid as a stone
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
Trying so hard in this day and age
Ain’t a sin but baby it's a waste
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