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(You're not making this easy, Kyle) Leaving out for school, headphones in the bag Mapping out a plan that every play get split in half Leaving out for school, headphones in the bag Bitch Leaving out for school, headphones in the bag 2017, was getting to it, skipping class Mapping out a plan that every play get split in half Half in the stash and half in the scams Or going masked up or break a slab and the grams Only a few ways that you can live where I'm from Where I'm at in life, it's hard to get where I'm from "Mama, there he go", I motivate the kids whеre I'm from 2019, I dropped Bin Reapеr, they was sleeping Pitchfork rated it a seven, they was tweaking 2020, seemed like all my haters, they was peaking But that's unemployment for you, I ain't think that they was eating Same year, I hit a new gear, I switched modes But I can't break the code, I can't switch teams S1 to the DSM, I'm throwing big B's BabyTron, StanWill, TrDee, the big three Lando took a chance on us and everybody laughed Now it's 2022 and everybody mad 'Cause if you want a verse now then it cost twenty Whoever counted gang out, shit, they all dummies SongtexteRolling Stone, XXL, the next thing for me How you even worried 'bout my battle with a clean sword? (How) Almost sent an SOS but then I seen shore When you die, it ain't no waking up, fuck I'ma sleep for? Hit him with that Porter's X2, now he a particle I don't rap battle, forty weapons in my arsenal He a clown trusting hoes, someone get him to the carnival Helmut Lang, Warren Lotas, walking out looking remarkable Water like the Gulf of Mexico, watch how the Cuban hang Fuck an arm and leg, I paid a body for this Human Made I was in the field for real while you was doing two a day Locked in with money, I been staying out of Cupid range Turkey Man busting down the 'bows Riding right next to him, shipping out a load Mauri, MJ, and 40 tripping with the Pro's Whipping what's it called with what's his name, we in the store I'm on a different magnitude, I maxed out my attributes Keep your two cents 'cause I don't ever remember asking you Told her, "Quit the attitude", she gon' get a bag or two Supreme dripping off my shirt, this not Thrasher, dude The dumbest shit to do is compare me to you The dumbest shit to do is comparing us to them Like I don't know a team could match up Rafael Nadal, bitch, I'm racked up Letterman say Saint Laurent, look like I play for Varsity 'Fore I let you get a 'Wood, I gotta grab the darkest leaf Quick to have you looking crazy, don't you even start with me Your bitch wake up early, brush her teeth then she gargle me What you want? Some Dosidos or the Snickerdoodle? We don't sell no tea cups, nah, this the bigger poodle You could find us everywhere, TV, Twitter, Google I could tell the worker used the work, I see it in her pupils If you look into my eyes, you gon' see the vision They don't think how I think so I been keeping distance I was in the field where it's hot, Larry Fitzgerald In the 'Raq with chicken on me, I ain't have to hit Harold's F&Ns and Desert Eagles, these some big barrels (Bah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia) Leaving out for school, headphones in the bag 2017, was getting to it, skipping class Mappin' out a plan that every play get split in half Half in the stash and half in the scams Aus Songtexte Mania