Tonart: C major
Verse 1
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Like finding feathers on a house cat,
or searching for a needle in a haystack.
I I'll just keep on looking.
I hear the people talk,
whistling when you walk.
Your kind is hard to find,
darling I've read your mind.
I just can't believe he thinks he's good.
You see his videos?
I mean, his flow is like, good, but like,
he's lyrically not talented, right?
I mean, look, I went from drivin' a bad
sh** to killin' with my next hit
And if you keep rejectin',
take a second to collect this
Cause there's a balance in
trash and you better check it
If you claim I got no talent in rappin',
you gettin' reckless
Better get this,
cause I've been workin' so restless
They waitin' up on my lines like these
haters ain't make the guest list
Yeah, s**t, I've been passin'
around the best s**t
Kickin' in the back of this
whip like I got arrested
I'm high, told me breathe it in the blue
When the cops drive by,
told me keep it on the loo
Cause you never know when
they ever gonna slew
Knockin' on the window,
clouds out the indoor
I'm learnin' a lesson
whenever smokin'
Eyes gettin' lower,
start to close and my brain opens
Dear
Lord, I pray to
God it's what I'm hopin'
When I be chosen,
and it's poppin' like
Ibuprofen
I'm poppin' another bottle and
droppin' it back in motion
Haters said he yellin' at a
player like they coachin'
Like, ayo, it's just another white boy
All you think is fire is you happy
with your hype, boy
Alright, alright, you bet's a copy
About a year ago,
I was killin' this s*** with
Robby
Now, with the drama comes
commas for all my posse
Eatin' no
Ramadan and we bombin' like kamikazes
Ah, this s*** is runnin' through my
IVs
But now it's gettin' to my head like I'm
Ali
See, I was runnin' for the bread,
made by 5G
He's inspecting all my music,
wait, I do it, I'll supply heat
Man, I just really wanna try me
Cause this is fire and you lookin'
like some dry leaves
Ready to burn, I'm ready to burn
I'm smokin' it loud,
pass it around, couple of turns
And as I pass around the grass
Start to think about my grades and if
I'm passin' in my class
Teachers becoming preachers
and snappin' up all my acts
But I bet you in the future I'll be
laughin' with the cash
Ridin' in the
Caddy while your ***
is in the cab
Couldn't pay the fee,
so you say put it on your tab
But when I blast, cause my rhyme so dope
Outro 1
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