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Mumble Rap

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La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Um, fuckin' hoes that ain't worth a cent and homes that ain't worth the rent, perfect sense This is the circus that I had to circumvent, if you fly, I'm turbulence Murder murder, screamin' fuck twelve with a perfect ten And these streets runnin' round robin' they fuckin' bodies like a tournament Once the time has turned This is the only shit I learned I put a bridge over my pool, that's for all the ones I burn I hope you pick up game, it's a pick up game, and winners ball Hoes annoying just like the heaps, man, it's Biggie Smalls Dope dick, give your bitch withdrawal, why'd you even get your bitch involved? I'm goin' off the liquor, I'm sicker than Paul and Carla Just listen, I'm twistin' them raw, pictured it all I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight Yeah, they slept on me, I flexed on them and manifested life I've been ridin' through the city on my own Only time I see myself is in this crown Oh man, I've been gettin' in my zone Hearin' everybody sayin' I ain't some clown I've been tellin' about myself, I ain't need nobody else I've been rappin' to the grill on the shelf Man, I've been, I've been trappin' on my own And that shit ain't my fuckin' self, I'm on my own Henny to get in my hemisphere You interfere, start to interfere You're Richard Gere with a pretty woman I told her, look, ain't no trickin' here Like a drug's white and the liquor clear Reflect back, tryna make it clear Bad luck, seven years, and I ain't even break a mirror Twenty years just to make it here, don't take it there Your circle is made of squares, you should've been made aware Your bitch had my face as a paper chair Oh God, whole squad made me, whole time stay real Wonder why I can't chill, couldn't even pay bills Now it's L.A. Hills, and I'm the King Henk Hill Can't feel, can't stand still I blame all these damn pills, the best shit we can't film I'm signin' NDAs, these texts like NBA deals But envy make kills, still don't give a fuck how they feel I've been ridin' through the city on my own Only time I see myself is in this crown Oh man, I've been gettin' in my zone Hearin' everybody sayin' I ain't some clown I've been killin' by myself, I ain't need nobody else Mama, I've been killin' real on the shelf Man, I've been, I've been trappin' on my own This shit ain't my fuckin' self, I'm on my own I'm alone, ain't right
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