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Digga (FUCK XFACTOR ILL BEAT GENXJEEZYS ASS PULL UP)
- roll up, lights low, we tax the room, no mercy, no checks
- clutch tight, palms cold, bankrolls cut like decks
- bounce back, teeth show, grin got a warranty, flex
- we move quiet, move loud, got the block on reflex
- whole team wired, tungsten nerve, we strike exact
- pocket calculus, count stacks, subtract every act
- phone buzz, deal done, briefcase got its facts
- talk cheap, talk loud, we convert noise to contracts
- rim shine, moonlight, alleyway anthem, march
- new money language, syllables carve the arch
- enemies misread, they scan the wrong chart
- i plant a clause in their future, call it my art
- flow surgical without using the tired blades
- my lines sew shut the talk that masquerades
- they sprint for relevance, trip on their own trades
- i harvest small errors, compound 'em like raids
- name on the ledger, legacy in the margins
- i trade in fates, not feelings, cold bargains
- street math, street art, we encrypt with cadence
- i spit in fractions, decimals drop vacant
- no pity, no rewind, every second an entrance
- my presence rearranges how they measure sentence
- roll up, lights low, we tax the room, no mercy, no checks
- clutch tight, palms cold, bankrolls cut like decks
- bounce back, teeth show, grin got a warranty, flex
- we move quiet, move loud, got the block on reflex
- i came with an atlas of scars, not a single apology
- turned nickel hesitation into platinum policy
- they front like architects I expose the footnotes
- their blueprints fold when the market reloads
- short breath, long reach I pull vaults with a glance
- rhymes swing like tariffs, every lines a finance
- she named her kid after rent, bills spelled out in cash
- mascara runs in daylight when dreams clash with the graph
- I laugh at fake ranks, auction off the applause
- they buy followers, I inherit laws
- words hit ledger hard, deposit doubt in their trust
- i trade in reputation, their credit turns to dust
- multis line up like soldiers, cadence, cadence, cadence
- my syntax is a weapon, precision, no complacence
- beat bites back, bounce syncs to the trigger
- im the pulse in the pavement, pulse gettin' bigger
- no cheap metaphors, every punch is bespoke
- i roast the imposters until the smoke chokes the smoke
- quarter past midnight, ledger lit, eyes wide, no fear
- i speak in fulfills contracts signed with a sneer
- they preach fake hustle we manufacture the gear
- we repurpose failure until it births a new year
- i snap syllables like snapped chains, rhythm rehabilitates
- my bars are fineprint that seals former mandates
- you barns of bland bars? I mortgage that farmhouse
- i flip their weak chapters for profit, no spouse
- we do not rehearse wrath, we script it like law
- every misstep archived, executed with awe
- check the docket, the verdict reads: elevated, raw
- enemies obsolete, they expire, withdraw
- im savage but tidy, clean cuts, no cheap gore
- i turn the ordinary into trophies and more
- beat guides my footwork, cadence like footfalls
- we harvest applause and bury your footnotes in vaults
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