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FEATHERS (prod. Cavenaugh)
- Shouts to Cave, Ekko
- Holla back, if you part of that Delta 9 Frat
- One time for the 'cide; he's a [Pitt on keys](Shouting out Fratricide, he's from Pittsburgh and is like a pitbull on the producer keys.)
- Like [a drug dog,](Sniffing out kilos/ki's of cocaine)
- [Glove comp'; y'all ain't fit for me.](The best place to throw your baggie of coke, in the glove compartment of your whip. You are glove competition)
- [Wrapped 'round my finger, lil' chicken feats](Talons)
- [Features that would never, be caught dissin' me, kiss the ring](Fresh off a whole collaborative project that I hosted, I shall proceed talking my shit)
- *"Kiss the ring bitch. Your whole ilk dubs it. What's a shout out to a shoot out? Do it public, no YouTube channel, I'm still subbin'."*
- *Glove comp'; y'all ain't fit for me.*
- Like watching OJ's fingies squeeze,
- I'll run the gauntlet, 49 rush yards
- For the gold... Guess I am GILDYYY
- *How not to run the gauntlet?*
- Is one time for the side(s), like, [let's be Professional here](So this line was originally written like a couple years ago lol it'd be an inside joke at the time but I'm petty so I kept it)
- And I ain't twisting things, unless it's Goatz
- If there's another fit he'll throw, I need some freshly cut cashmere,
- For the winter. Yall's trash, yall's mere biters and mirror lickers
- We're differed, by fear winners and near quitters
- You were invented and molded from, Professor Utonium
- Y'all are boxer brief fighters
- Gettin' tighter than Tyche's beef with writers
- He should be a freestyler, sheesh
- The chutzpah on these recent teething rhymers
- I sees it, y'all weren't even fire prior, but decent
- If y'all got your walking papers fast enough you still couldn't b beat riders with that egregious timin'
- What's a Pontus to a deep diver, anyway
- Capiche? Finna hogtie y'all with the spiral binders from your written days
- Etched in stone, I'll humiliate, I'm picking bones, I will dig your graves
- Cal Capone needs alimony, he married the game
- Still mid tier rank, same 40 that I'm sipping, aye, aye
- We're not [birds of a feather, I ruffled your's and stuck them in my hat]
- BE A FINCH THAT FLINCHES AND I'M BUCKING YOU RIGHT BACK
- See how you passionate you are, I fashion you my art piece,
- Pardon me, you're splashing with red markings, 'cause I love slashing from the heart
- On fleek in [geese fleece] I flick off the blood from the quill, like ASH from a CIGAR
- If AK were here still, I'd need burner accounts for STASHING these GUN BARS
- What he had in critique he didn't have in skill, another [backseat target that dodged CRASHING 'to a KARR!](the Karr is a Bolt action rifle, overdue &unnecessary shot at Ak old user, just using up notes don't mind me)
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