Round Em

Yo we are really making another one? We have already have eleven songs can't we just release it Ohhh we need thirty minutes worth of content for it to be an album Alright bet, here we go Thirty minutes so it can be called an album Like the times can't we just round them Lost the Rari's keys but you know that I found them All these racks you know ima count them one, two, three, four, five, six M's I don't count them in tens Now my moms got a Benz So you see, oh I got to wipe the lens Beating up this track I ain't goin resist After I finish Ima hit the twist Then you goin see the Rollie on my wrist Find who you trust before they tell your list It ain't good you goin get pissed Doing this I don't need shifts They goin line up like waitlist And now you know I exist All the racks I'm gonna chase I hit this freestyle like the race You know what useless, a fuckin mace He can't see my poker face Mistake but I erase Can't play he's a cheater Ain't fat, no eater Hands cold, need heater Thirty minutes so it can be called an album Like the times can't we just round them He mess wit me, I surround them Talkin good like we makin some sense Already happened wit a past tense Don't care, I hop the fence No defense but I got offense Three Hundred K with forty two cents Aw Shit are we at thirty minutes yet? F*ck, twenty four averaging two minutes a song Bullshit let's hurry this up, it's finna be fire Alright you know what I'm finna say, just say it with me Thirty mins so it can be called an album Like the times can't we just round them Lost the Rari's keys but you know that I found them All these racks you know ima count them