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Dreaming
- //Hook//
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
- //Verse//
- While y’all rapping or maybe capping at a snail rate
- Forget the style, I’m stacking with real pace
- Smash another dime and forget the high
- They boxed me in, and left no option but to fly
- Cause I been it, on some slick shit
- That’s what they quote
- Me, just me, sickest thing spinning since the prototype mode
- You drained from how wild I go, and strained from how vile I flow
- I chew through you, then wash down who you hang with
- Like vault cash, bends that brute, now go suit
- Or lay in your mess, my arms talk, I go mute
- Penning boss lines, so pay me greatly
- If I drag it’s cause I been puffing lately
- Alright, maybe one or none, just maybe
- Y’all can't brush me safely
- And peeled, I still slid off like I don’t care
- You met your end, though I snatched your air
- You digging this? I stay slicker than the Vikings did
- Swinging foes, pick ya method, sticks, clips or fists
- //Hook//
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
- //Verse//
- Mid term crash, the kid lash with a heat flash
- Or an assassin, flow tougher than a thesis task
- While her dawgs draw metal to you like a film caption
- Shorty a menace, probably snatch grants from your admin
- On a beat, whether parked or driftin’, I send ‘em
- All sly, my pen has the venom
- I brag, with a knot fat off dice bags
- Freezing and pawning your soul off for a popping tag
- Keep it soaked like a motherfucking tribute, right
- Weight for weight, I’m live on the device
- I’ll announce, arms outstretched, pull you into the town
- Say my alias thrice in the glass and if it bounce
- I rise up, slide out like they designed
- Bust TECs, the flame spitting, who next in line?
- Off cider and lime leaf, I’m steeper than high seats on bikers, then I snipe ya
- Your comic flair gets three snaps in the cipher
- Like stashing drills in the heel of a steel pair
- Maybe my skill be trill as G Rap’s, it drills
- Shiny raps make you toss your jacket where the climate at
- //Hook//
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
- Lock in, shawty bout to start beaming
- Three inks deep, three feasts in, I’m dreaming
- That’s cause I’m seasoned, I met fate when my palm greeted
- Back into it, they say I’m conceited
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