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Back again perpetual nose bleeds
Big drip with the whole steeze
Cold streets turned me into OD-
Bastard and they say, You Stun,
Like the Astros, Cactus Jack
of your castle, try to be a prick
I’m an anecdote for asshole
So succulent [suck at Lent], like you couldn’t give
up ya two fucks for Easter
Die for your sins or die for your freedoms
Tried to Big Meech it
Blow money fast, flight outta Heathrow
Couldn’t bag check the cash - too many kilos
Swayed TSA, I’m just so charming
Upgrade to first class with the Brookstone arm chairs
Riding dirty, con air,
So persuasive, had the pilot land fast and skip that gate shit
Fuck deplaning, scooted down that slide
Lex GS scooped me, so it’s time to ride
Back to the HQ, where everybody praise you
Everybody rocking, cuz you prophet, like you paid dues
Stacks ain’t make you, pure charisma
Everybody comments that I’m such a good listener
Call Rob Swift cuz I’m so Sinista, it was kismet
Got a cult following, everybody love the group they seem so tolerant
But we ominous like scientology, if you study anthropology or psychology
everybody knows you should fear my whole philosophy
yoga in my Wallabees I’m professing honesty
Everybody needs someone to love with no conditioning
If you admonish me, coming for your throat
Everybody’s down, watch out where you go
You under my control, it’s for every body’s best
I’m an overzealous zealot making everybody sweat
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Remain silent when he asked what I did last night
Sex and the city but I know my Miranda rights
Bout to have a tantric fight, like ODB it’s raw
Only ask forgiveness once a year, Yom Kippur
Far from pure, should I hit a confession
Not Christian so when I’m chat with the priest it’s like flexin
Hail Mary transgressions I’m so Machiavellian
Rosemary than I’m rollin to shows by soulquarians
Lose all my senses, effective relentless
I just can’t help it, your definition
of insane is doing the same thing repetition
Except I don’t expect results to be different
I know it’s wrong, it’s toxic, drama
Kept you in my back pocket, far from where my heart was
You can say it’s armor or I’m just so foul
The way I go in and out, I’m so animal style
So you wanna grill me, kill me with mustard gas
Couldn’t muster up the courage, wasn’t up to task
My jersey hang the from rafts like Walt Clyde
I know you wish you passed me by, like Pharcyde
-Not that innocent-
On some vicious shit
A feminist misogynist, a walking contradiction bitch
Mailed cards out with a nip slip as a Christmas gift
Try to live and let live, souls of mischievous
It’s kismet that we met, sorta heaven sent
But I’m giving you hell, though you live and you learn
Love that you give, you don’t get in return
Way the world spin that’s the way that it works
Money you spend, you don’t always earn
We’ll all have our turn, to do it again
I did it to you, you can do it to them
Hook part but keep rapping:
I know it’s wrong, it’s toxic, drama
Kept you in my back pocket, far from where my heart was
You can say it’s armor or I’m just so foul
The way I go in and out, I’m so animal style
So you wanna grill me, kill me with mustard gas
Couldn’t muster up the courage, wasn’t up to task
My jersey hang the from rafts like Walt Clyde
I know you wish you passed me by, like Pharcyde
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Been had Big Willy goals
For the longest time like I’m Billy Joel
New York state of mind, stakes be Philly though
All for the provolone
Never shave my legs when I’m in album mode
Not in it for the capital
In it for the love
Admiration and respect
To keep it a buck
Droppin this lengua cuz I can’t hold my tongue
I’m an extrovert need my energy plug
That’s just how I run
Need love to function
Not just from one
From the whole function
Watch me bussin baby like it’s nothin
One’s not enough, need the whole function
Why don’t you want me, you smoking and weeded?
You always lighting up just not when you see me
Starting to feel needy
What can I do different
A felon when it comes to change, stuck with my convictions
But don’t get it twisted
Thought I was the chill chick
But I guess too chill ain’t a woman you build with
With me love is building
I show it to function
You’re the one that I want in this whole function
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When I give it up, it’s just too much
Smooth like butter baby hard to touch
I’m in a rush so pass that Dutch
Running in the Netherlands eat my dust
Watch is buss, rhymes is buss
You just nut and ride the bus
Stuck in a rut, out of luck
It’s a dub you just got duffed
I’m just too tough
You dunce cap dumb
Your life’s cap and now you done
My stat is at number one
Hair on Pimp C, B’s a Bun
Need some love, not from hun
Chewed and spit out, bubble gum
Bubbling fun in the tub
Pour some rum get my feet rubbed
Pre-chorus (slow)
Why you doubting cuz baby it’s a sure thing
Shoyu (show you) the sauce like Kikkoman on a dumpling
You house sorting but homie please make room
It's gonna be me, it’s not gonna be you
Gonna be me, it’s not gonna be you [Repeat]
They wanna soften my G like a pop filter
Hard like K D in the lane throw ya off kilter
riding 4 wheelers, blasting cannons and we wilding
I make em say WAP, it ain’t ‘cause I’m Italian
Been fucking at functions, it’s Nothing like the N.O.R.E rap
Raw like sashimi I ain’t fucking with the nori rap
Can’t catch me with a corner back
Unless you mean my roster, catch me with a corner back
I’m playa in the almanac
Why you doubting cuz baby it’s a sure thing
Shoyu (show you) the sauce like Kikkoman on a dumpling
You house sorting but homie please make room
It's gonna be me, it’s not gonna be you
Gonna be me, it’s not gonna be you [REPEAT]
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Don’t cut you no slack like no stock in the app
I’m rocking Celine, ain’t talking the track
I’m talking Alpaca, cabrito cashmere
New from Buenos Aires, won’t settle for last year
Been maverick and cavlier
Call me Brendan Haywood
cuz I used to have convictions for a world that was tre good
Sentiments waivered
Like Haywood by Blazers
That was a callback, do your Googles a favor
Get my crypto to raise up, digital pay offs
you got fucked like cruises by waystar
Hey Ma – they say I’m rotten and rich
Not an optimist just an optimum bitch
I tried to care for a while but I didn’t have the energy
Selfish is my nature, no habitat for humanity
Hanging in the canopy, herbs in the spliff
I know one things for sure, I’m not working again
Pigs broke my homie’s limbs
They was out for the cause
For a better place to live
Got met with batons
I bounced from the block
Sped on my bike
Road out like a privileged thief in the night
Too complacent to fight, for what I know’s right
Cuz I got every streaming service in sight
Chat groups to write, DoorDash to order
AC in summer, heat starting autumn
Plus way to caught up, talking my shit
It's tougher to care but it’s simple to flex
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Max Martin is the legendary pop producer who has worked with everyone from Britney to Backstreet Boys and more. Turns out his beats are fire to rap over! Presenting the rap mixtape, an ode to Max Martin instrumentals.
released July 13, 2022
