I know yall hear the birds and shit chirping. I'm out here in the Car recording this shit FACTS!
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Imma tell you that I feel amazing
It's too late for a explanation
Faced my fears bitch (and) I can't be replaced
Im so lit my nigga like the blunt laced
Lando this Lando that
Nigga I been running laps
I don't need a f*cking map
Trust your soul then you adapt
Nigga stuck inside a trap
Niggas started selling crack
They know how to hold you back
Gotta watch out for the apps
Cause they see when you react
Cause they hate to say you Brown
I can't even say I'm black
I can't even go by that
I can't sell my soul for a paper
I'm not probed like that
I Wanna let my soul adapted
I Wanna let my mind extract
You should be a comic
Common rappers diabolic
But they call em trap a holic
Trap that IPhone trap-a-tronics
Get caught slipping at the onyx (Night Club)
Just to see if he had profit
I'm so honest
Mumbling...
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I'm on a wave
I been fluent for days
Bring in that flu with the raise
Counting up checks to save
You don't even know
They sweeping checks under y'all nose
Do anything just to meet quote
We sinking while these niggas float
I'm not a rapper my dawg, I'm an Artist so...
In order for you to understand what I'm saying you might have to rewind that bitch
And think about it...
So you call it Trap-a-tronics