whats your name again? I didn’t catch that

Who cares what you say you’re 'new here kid'

I resort to my cardinal directions when I am

surrounded by stares and their best guesses

military, divorce, or a death?

I have a name, ain’t anything you said

vital the trauma recital

By Lunch they’ll delight in some stories again

They’re talking about me, but what’s there to talk bout?

they’re staring at me, like you aint gonna see me around?

Momma, I feel like this one’s gonna be the same

I think we’re gonna keep on moving

Momma,

I never make friends, and when I do, I really dont

you know the feeling?

Every starting place is a box of parts

and I know the machine is inside the heart

but Im always building for nothing to work

Always game over but never I’ve Hit start

I dont wanna play if every levels the same

every place is a place if

getting there gets ya fuckin lost

I shut off the game box and Fuck off

look to the sky, hand me the yard darts

I worry if I stay outdoors,

come back home

the doors are locked,

My shit’s on the lawn

you ask me “you ready to go?”

No

I’m not

I never am but

Like I’m grounded reminded

“Hit pause or the consoles not yours”

lose my save state

Once we get to our new place

replay the same grade

at the social starting level

every classroom leads to halls and

every kids spells parent with an S

nobody here dresses like me and

Puzzles stay in place when fixed

thats why I had what adults call

a lockdown

for my meltdown

That’s code for

you didnt understand what I was mauling about

you changed states,

expect the tap to taste the same

only when you drank like a fish

noticed your baby down the drain

know how every trip went?

everyday recall what you forget

like get seatbelt on

when you get in the car

cause at longhorn

I track Blood alcohol

She a Jedi mind putting

Wool over the eyes of every

Waiter who could’ve

Cut her off

she can connive

Make you to believe a lie

Makes me wish I was

Manipulations son

then she’d give a fuck

Sorry

what was the problem on the whiteboard?

I forgot

I am done with this place

I hate the world and every state

every counsoler and mandated reporter

that’d rather ignore what I have say

I’ll tell you the truth just don’t tell the parent

They'd say we can’t offer whistleblower protections

Oh, bet

fuck your bullshit then

Cause if I can’t confess

then I’m serving my sentence

why go to class when I wont pass

and if I did it wouldn’t matter cause

soon it’ll be a different system

And either way it’s lawsuit papers

trust me

my home is enough work yo

So Go ahead absolve yourself

my name is only behavioral problems

And my prognosis is

Lost cause

I've seen what you're made of from a mile away

No tan on your arms and their made of paste

don't hit the gretch and rode microphone

unless you're a real country one

90 acres and got a stage name

ya aint got a dollar to your fake name

took like two weeks

to sell your soul to the RNC?

Well split pea, hot cheese, twenty-seven bean soup

I know whippersnappers countrier than you

When the news begins and sunday toons stop

they play Texas hold 'em and drop tonka trucks

'ya ought not to pay', then you sang

and AI song: Libertarian Wet Dream

ya had a minimum bar to be bigoted

then you met it, nailed it up n ran with it

so come down to the all-in-one amish

discount store and discount market

cause I'd hate to stay admonished

but if you're so country, come back here ya star

he's here, he's there, he's authentically everywhere

he's on tv, he's on the air

seems country boys always wanna fly south

after promising not to say a thing

so try that in a small town

use your welfare and gourge fudge rounds

and wear a dress outdoors as a man

and stand in the street n deserve respect

cause by my split jeans, tight seems, and button up fit

I never tried to act as country as you did

but if playing pretend were so transparent

you wouldn't end up with 'The Old Men of Richmond'

by my senator house and head of state

if you keep eating shit fed by the plate

you're gonna keep electing politicians

just as fake as the music you listen

Flip on the screen, return of the Mac

Best in the game, I’m shitting my pants

Dookie they drawers, they never admitting

All these diapees on, for B B L Drizzin

OVO is shitting they draws

pgLang takin anti-laxatives

euphoria track a victory lap

your own career, got tracked

Makes me question if drizzy knows

If pwision they got dependies

Maybe bitch was twitsted

In a bunch on the left cheek

what kinda half-man,

Half grown, half idiot, no plan,

nothing in the thermister cause ya

Grown up, lotta spoon fed butter

spit a lotta shit and n just say nothing

Come up, sounds like, baby’s burpin yaknow

Drake the kinda dude, ta know your age,

Save the date, then take out a stop watch

Your asked for proof then twitter came through

Now police and neighbors eyes are every op

OVO is paranoia

OVO is up all night long

OVO is so nervous as a matter fact

Right now he’s very,,, uh,,, in his head

About deleting contacts and

And comments, and filing

DMCA claims against his own tracks,

Which Lead to the blocked Kai Cenat,

Guess when you get caught you stay hidden,

I guess thats why you can’t trust him,

I guess he really was famous enough,

When he goes and tries to hide,

Makes you wonder what he’s done,

Who really got those bot comments?

Who really has views that they bought?

BBL drizzy

He’s the shogun, the master of none

Something to prove, he’s black and he’s cool

Just don’t get a drink, or trust taking shots

If you don’t wanna see another drizzy

amongus

BBL drizzy

Wasn’t very certified lovely, was he?

Snuggleuffagus with a lot of

Payments made in pussy

roll up from degrassi

Make you thinkin like if a muppet could track it

Bitch you are famous enough of a rapper

Doesn’t mean your popular

Just means that you’re known

Dizzy This ain’t no mystery

This the Best court case in history

That’s gonna make ya show up

Only way you see them kids grow up

Is in the hours visiting

Is in the hours visiting

Success, I’m best

I delete the comments botnet

No opinion but the one I’m seeing

I can finally feel at rest

The beef was brewing

The Stew cooking if

A single wide with the

Smell memory it would know the

Crack rock, pasta and nine one

Don’t hit another one or I’ll

Whip the gun across the left cheek

Take your ass dragged across the

war, flaws, and ceilings

You don’t have to believe me

You don’t have to see me

To know it’s going down is history

Like drizzy big ass butt cheeks

This part needed a pause

Shit in my pants, return of the crap

I go to wipe and it’s there again

Shitting my pants is not for the novice

Looks like crap after trusting flatulence

Drizzy know that’s stirring mud

Is shitting the bed and a crop dust

All that cauldron brewed formidable truth

This bitch ass thinks he is the shit, Fart

fart duet

I’m the mayor of froggy bottom,

Peeyew, what’s that smell?

It’s my flow!

It’s getting sick!!!

You don’t want me to get mean

I’m the best rapper you ever seen

My teeth aren’t clean

And I can’t trust a fart

So nobody sit near my cheeks

You don’t want me to get mean

Motherfucker I got PTSD

I shit my pants and

You ain’t hard

Wettin cloths strain bricks ah cheese

You don’t want me to get mean

I’m the best rapper you ever seen

I leased a phone to

Get a free TeeVee n

Missouri sale for ounce of weed

You don’t want me to get mean

I got PdhD

no language or logic

Or Focus in a topic

In a novel, or dictionary

You don’t wanna get close

I’m the best rapper you ever smelled

I ball on a bitch by

Shitting in my pants

And telling shawty i won’t change em out

You don’t wanna get near

I’m the best rapper since Amir

Cause I’m the son

Of some ardvark cum and

I’m making it come out my ears

You don’t wanna to get deep

I’m the biggest rapper you ever seen

I talk so much

But I don’t give a fuck

Cause Everything I do has meaning

You don’t wanna hearrrr me

Do you know what the lyrics mean

Cause I posted up

A Google doc

Go read it feel vewy bad for me

I’m the best rapper you ever seen

I finally found the beat

It took seven years

But I got a rhythm

But you’ll never shit your pants like me

Cause I’m the best you’ve ever seen

Nobody shitting in the game

There’s Dookie in they pants

But They’ll never say it

And I’ll fucking put it on your screen

You don’t wanna get at me

I’m the coolest guy you ever seen

My dad works for

Microsoft

I’m telling him, you’re mean to me

You don’t wanna get me

I’m the biggest snitch ever seen

When I do harm

Im involving the law

You’re the Biggest pussy move ever seen

cold weather,

get cold stares

Cold shoulders

put a mask on

people Grow bolder,

the aggression n divisions

Have gotten a lot stronger so

don’t coordinate

never cooperate with ops

or go braggin

choreographing

as loud as telegraph app

it’ll fix your Fucking habit

of corroborating evidence

against yourself, providing yourself

Lessons in being selfish and scared

you’re aint a Goliath a flightless David

you a self obsessed, disobedient aphid

if that truth is evident mister apathetic

will kraken at the crack of down

just awrisen from the chrysalis

gone and forgotten what’s written

And it Makes sense

these dreams are etch a sketch

and I’m shaken

Put on a madeup face I made

when I’m done shaving

Maybe this day will be good

Gonna walk out smelling like

beach towel and sandalwood

I’m infrequent to pen and paper yet

yet its the pen strokes that good talks

the deep thoughts that good art

Low key

Want a million dollars

High key

Ain’t a hard worker

Truth be

That ain’t an inhibitor

The richyest be some lazy motherfuckers

But fuck that can’t be me

Need to change it and growth on the rice

ignited the passion fire started again

but the engine is reversing to steam power my dynamite exlposive but I’m losing focus the

train of thought clacked from the snapped caboose that held my last motivations

so I sourced and insuffulated the only

other solution that made sense

every idea,

crashes before it’s landed,

gets slashed before it’s finished,

trashed before a chance to read it ,

it’s a disaster, mess,

strewn wrappers when I’m writing all drafts

but to slaughter the mic

you’re gonna haveta cut and slice

some paper, bodies, and the competition

Blood sweat tears I’ll put it in pen;

put a bounty on these motherfuckers

who get off at billionaires peddlin

doge on Twitter while theyre

price-taggin the body bags of virus,

and only getting the poors

to buy the dip of the stock hype

in the midst of a crisis,

I want a million dollars

but I’d rather be dead than

idolize aquirers of wealth,

i’m victim to their conspiring

overdraft fees

leases, flee infested

neighbooring Jesus-5G freaks and they’re

strapped with weapons of mass destruction

and I'm feeding that audience?

killed cattle McDonald’s caught

slaughtered served and shitted by you

and it all lead to Northern California

in more blazes

than the state the

steaks were raised in

Well I put on a straight face and face it

I fight fire with fire and danger with laser precision

The incoming beast you face is that work is

either fake or kills the planet

You can look at the state of it

And make statements based

On a system that’s sick but

Our best assumptions are made

When we assume the best of humans

So a better world is just another step

Faith in Humans

That’s right,

I said that shit like I said it right

You’re bad and this shit

and it gonna cost you life

I make a band,

in a fucking blink, but I don’t talk

I don’t profit when I’m sleepin,

Imma sneeze you

sleepwalking

Stop talking

Sleep walking

Stop talking

At a pawn shop you’re a buck fifty

Still mad that I look healthy?

I’m picking gold like it's spittlin

out my infills so don’t fuck with me

Lotta talk but no persuasion

Lotta nerve for a damn Caucasian

I’m pouring out the magazine

You’re a T-shirt by thanksgiving

fuck god I pray to pizza

kiss the chef n meet the maker

If you are what you eat then Why I

got no friends at the lunch table

Tattooed but I’m temporary

Real death is fucking scary

Known too many logs offs

From bad gamers, rage quitting

That’s right,

I said that shit like I said it right

You’re bad and this shit

and it gonna cost you life

I make a band

in a fucking blink, but I don’t talk

I don’t profit when I’m sleepin,

Imma sneeze you

sleepwalking

Stop talking

Sleep walking

Stop talking

I put sixty grand in a two bar

You’re a one way send for an ad spot

Crypto paid for a Super Bowl

senators get high n blow smoke

Secret money and politicians

Don’t trust any of the system

get it, delivered, postal, data,

shipment, trigger, escrow, payment,

You’re stuck on a Base Layer

Your earned loss is my Layer Two

Your snitch exchange

Ain’t a blockchain

I’m on second life,

decentralized

since second grade,

Dex SSL with BTC

thru VirWox mine LTC

660TI, That’s the same die,

got Flashed-bios, to a 680

Only thing I lost after MtGox

a couple coins in ‘don’t speak’

worst news is there’s

A lot of paid in fake winning

There’s nothing sacred

gotta prove everything

gotta know your place in

The part in bad gaming

Getting free drugs

Dark nets good rating

first ones real

next batch kills somethin

I didn’t know, had nothing to prove

you gotta care, what will it do to you

don't trust it, track it, faith it will happen,

Verify authenticity, thru independent testing,

Last thing to trust, what you put in your body,

The game of deception, is a profitable hobby

Fine line between drugs and doing em and

Putting a strangers substances in your body

That’s right,

I said that shit like I said it right

You’re bad and this shit

and it gonna cost you life

I make a band,

in a fucking blink, but I don’t talk

I don’t profit when I’m sleepin,

Imma sneeze you

Chuh!

Call me when you’re pushing weight

So you need a plug to get jacked up

My Line Inna traffic jam

You get dial tone if you flat broke

When it get heavy you’re casket daises

Don’t bang my line

n learn to push-up

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I Solve problems

Marcellus likes to call me

"The Wolf"

I’m inbread n well fed Missouri born n barely southern

That makes me chubby Midwest emo kinda motherfucker

God damn, I thought good shit was just for the city

They be growing these weeds like lawns In they yard

Fuck the cops

Fuck the law

Dare you fuck with my come up or dividend

you getin bodied like Melanie on god

Got shrooms in a shoe tek call it foot fungus in the gym locker

Im a young entrepreneur, your a nothin but a peon made of manure

Ain’t got a prayer, but i got a yard stick, got you singing hymns longer

I give trips to the kids who caint sign the slip To go abroad

say no to drugs? Say no to living

Fuck the will don’t need no permission

Don’t say shit cause of the implication

I’m gon sail the ship so come come climb on

Say No to guns, killing ain’t fun, stop the capin coppers

They on the block, they make a buck, for every body droppin

This is robbery, give me the money, out of the offering saucer

fuck the Luger, R.I.P roulette, I chug the crown and Lauger

I’m pouring out for the ones that I lost,

I’m pouring out on graves in the summer

Tubby motherfuckers go down on you like a buffet plate of edibles

You on the edge, my weeds the shit, gonna keep comin lastin longer

don’t gotta act tough cause the dick is hard and my pen is stronger

Cut me in traffic, I’m back to your crib, wait till your working hours

I be there choking your daughter

Im be the daddy she wanted to

(Fuuuuuuuuck)

My weed hit hardest from the back

Bitch relax and make me a blunt

Pass it here and bust it down

I put school girls on the honor roll

Go ahead and scream for it

Fuck else I cop this crib for?

Met this bitch in my art class

So All my whips is Ticonderoga

She wanna be dominated so

She suck my dick in battle Royale

She want to get a country fried dickin?

I’m Giving her the five dollar fill up

OH

Winner winner chicken dinner

Cluck cluck I’m dicking you down on the counter

at sundown after we chow down on the

aforementioned plate of edibles

Call me when you’re pushing weight

you need a plug to get jacked up

blowing up my business phone

You get dial tone if you flat broke

When it get heavy you’re casket daises

Don’t bang my line

learn to push-up

Ladies and gentlemen I Solve problems

Marsellus likes to call me the wolf

Call me cause you’re pushing weight

you need a connect to get it goin

Blowin up my business phone

you’re Jack shit if you get squat

If game get heavy, rev the engine

Pray my revered got a casket ordered

Your family get flowers

they pushin up

Puffing and pass it they call me the wolf

Call me whenever you’re horny baby

This dick is what the doctor ordered

You like a train station

Looser than those metro schedules

Heaving petting with my waifu

My cat girl into cock worship

Grab my crotch

feel the push-up

Eating it raw and she call me the wolf

Make a diss so fat

You can fuck a matter fact

Make a Bitch eat carpet

In the presidental office

Fuck you while I’m smoking

War out while I’m winning

Think big, King Konging

In the presidental office

Writing deals so dirty

Watergate can’t hurt me

Cause she’s wet as a faucet

In the presidental office

Pop a perc 30 then

Ban em cause I’m sturdy

cuz I’m trynna shake a coffin

In the presidental office

Sir, we found cocaine,

Sustained,

Let it remix to a crisis

where Fentanyl’s in everything

But if that were true then why’d

The narcan stop working

Don’t question the agents

complicit with fictations

Don’t call it mobby, when BonGiovanni

Got DiGorinos at Pharaohs with Mayor Giuliani

Walk outta court, lightin cigs

Fucking the law is good sex

Only For a damn criminal

Find you best when I’m awful

Riding tail in my office

Do you want a promotion?

Cause I’m the president and

You’re a democratic possum

Make a hiss so fat

You can roll on your back

Play limp, dirty fucking

In the presidental office

S-Sex while I’m toxic

Damage rule of office

My cock, Big Bossing

In the presidental office

Finding treats so yummy

My wife can’t hurt me

Cause the interns always comin

To the presidental office

Dippin doing molly

Only if you serve the country

I’m a kingpin of the market

In the presidental office

sir, have you tried this shit, Maine?

Gad-daing

so good it can’t be tamed

One fuck and it stank up

Two puffs I’m fucked up

Three puffs and it’s stuck up

Slow back shots so the cherry don’t drop

With a blunt hanging outta my mouf like HaaUuuU!

Sir there’s a war outside,

Bombs, famine, holocaust

I don’t care, cause I got a

Bitch in her mid-twenties

Doing anything I wanna,

Backflips, twirling, slobber all on it

I’ll fuck anything that moves if I wanna

In the presidential office

Make a track so fat

It’ll smash you right back

Bitch me, oval carpet

In the presidential office

Fuck you like a tiger

Or dyin from disaster

duh, winning, loser

In the presidential office

Coppin feels so pretty

My wife still loves me

And she wants a shot at

Running presidential office

I was 60 she is 20

Me and Epstein friendly

Goddamn my dick is starving

In the presidental office

Make a diss so fat

You can fuck a matter fact

Make a Bitch eat carpet

In the presidental office

Things you can’t take back

When you go to get a snack

And you stuffed it in her pocket

In the presidential office

Play my fuckin song and shit

I was Blasting it

Then the cabin split

And I Broke the spliff

Fuck, shit!

Vacuum it through a

Napkin Then I’m Sparking it

Cause I’m Broke as shit

Yeahhhh

That’s my fucking clique and shit

You can’t afford your rich

I’m living large as hell

My smile wider than your mansion

I can afford my wealth

I’m drinkin More water than your

California Gardens can afford

You got robots n real estate chores

I’m water deez crops alla my own

You got a paycheck to wait on

Private keys are part of my code

You got a business / Own a dot com

I got the plans/ all on my own

Don’t need a clique/ That’s just a con

I watch the market/ you pray to don

HA HA HA

Trials of a Boss who gets shit done;

Finding out where bullshit come from

How’d you find green that taste like metal?

How you get weed that taste like asshole?

Uggh!!!

Flex on your wrist, flex like a dick

I pump in your bitch, you pump up your dick

Pull back the hammer, who cock is the biggest

You’re the jerk off, I’m the man that she fetish

the weed I get, don’t taste like shit

She blowing rings cause that’s how it fit

Yeah

(Damn Shawty, Ok!)

Success when the grass be tastin the best

Succeeded when nobody shooting your ass for it

Super seceded by the kinda green that make me veggitated fo a hit of it

Coulda wiped my nose vía homeless bullet

Bludgeon a motherfucker tell that fucker to get up

with a blunt

Apple Watch

Apple Watch as attitude

What it ever do for you?

Can I check yo attitude?

(Attitude)?

Can it check yo attitude?

(Attitude)?

Or

Complain on neighborhood

Have you seen this kid

That Must be him

He’s wearing it up

I think he’s lost

better call the cops

On someone

Get him caught

Locked him locked up

These days

That means

Getin him shot

iiiiiii

Know what I’m Talking about

I’m from around here, These parts

I’m just Old fashioned in soccer shorts

Went In one ear now she got a red cap on

SPF Saltine eating Kraft Mac with Celine Dion

(can you get off the property? It says right here NO LOITERING!)

How rich

This land belongs to you

Cause you bought it didn’t you

A servant on your tennis wrist

Got money made of white dudes

Yet too scared to flip a Wheat penny

Thats the truth

Go order cheeseburger for another date

Go to the funeral gotta save face

Gotta see the media crying in his place

Gotta see the mediator trynna make a case

Interview the family but never retrace

The bullet back to NRA and Hate

That’s why when you go to church

You don’t know what we been through

But I know mine

Like I known you

I know mine

Like I known you

Apple Watch

Apple Watch ass attitude

Sit on my ass its gratitude

Smoke the grass and pass it too

Can it check yo attitude

attitude?

Can It check yo attitude?

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