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Yuh, here we go, here we Just a young one tryna get the bands locked Lead foot with the gas so I can't stop Sorry girl, I don't think you fit my style But I'll let you stay awhile, but it's only cause your friends hot Making checks cause you know that I'm about those Get stressed so I got be smoking loud, woah Haters flex but they logic never sound So I tell em' save they breath, put they money where they mouth go Hashtag, never fuckin' with a bad att Snap back, coolin' with my youngins then I crashed back Cat nap, started grinding never checked the time Then it was three days later plus half past, wow Made the beat, yeah I'm rapping on my own shit I don't need nobody else, I got my own clique I became the man, man now they flocking me Yeah I'm gettin' bands, too many people calling me I don't wanna die, unless I'm dying as a prodigy I got ride or dies and we lighting up some broccoli Rocking on the mic, brought fire bumpin' audibly And all my life I been doing what I gotta be On my grind all the time, like constantly Huh, I'm just doing what I gotta be Honestly, I don't think a mothafucka topping me Know that August Elly just doing what he gotta be Vibes, watch me illustrate my fantasies One of the greatest, that's what I plan to be And I don't mean to be conceited full of vanity In fact I let them go to war, I stay away so passively God bless it, who sneezed? Watch your step cause you don't want that heat, yuh I'm next, got the flow you got a beat And when I put it on the track you know they gonna hit repeat I got my iPhone stuck on replay And I smoke weed everyday And these fuckboys think I play this ain't recess We don't got no games, except with females I might just take me a flight, smoke in my soul and it making me right I never really can make up my mind, steady I feel like I'm playing with dice Flow you can't beat I'd put wagers on mine, I got the shit with the flavors they like No you will not see me faking my life, treat me like Caesar I'm breaking the knife Stop hitting my line, I'm in the foyer Yeah I'm rocking all my chains and now my wrist it got a Heuer I might pop off insane, so they know that I ain't boring While them haters talking shit up on the web and they be snoring, woah I'm a robot, I'm an automaton I can't stop even when I hit them octagons Moving so fast you'd think I'm on the Autobahn So fast man you'd think I'm into Ramadan So kick your feet up, listen up I shine bright, they dull, they need to glisten up I bring the fire with the verse ain't got no pistol tucked And keep your girl away from me or else that bitch get fucked Whew, man, it's straight homicide I'm heated up mothafucka cause I'm hot with rhymes You get shot, get Band-Aid or cauterized Give you shell shock, AK to the A you traumatized Lord knows I been hoping for some better days So this'll be a night that we celebrate Goofys replicate and I just wanna medicate I'm smoking on some heavyweight cause I'm just tryna elevate, peace Just a young one tryna get the bands locked Lead foot with the gas so I can't stop Sorry girl, I don't think you fit my style But I'll let you stay awhile, but it's only cause your friends hot Making checks cause you know that I'm about those Get stressed so I got be smoking loud, woah Haters flex but they logic never sound So I tell em' save they breath, put they money where they mouth go
Sanatçı: August Elliott
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