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(804!) (Aye, pussy nigga) (These niggas aren't deadass, I don't f*ck with niggas, niggas is hoes) (P.Y. The Leader) Get pussy wetter than my bank account I do well on all accounts F*ck these niggas talking 'bout? "You still at your mama's house?" You the type of nigga to hit 'em when they already down Bunt when you put on the mound, bullshit out your fucking mouth Very fascinating how I make it in the fucking south Three legs got me running wild, clean up on the seventh aisle Smoking weed and chasing clout? P.Y. chose a different route Future me is fucking proud yeah, best believe I'm sleeping sound The Leader in your speakers now Talent never running out I'm Ramsey with the culinary, very anti-ordinary Brighter than canary, can't compare, see I'm a different style While you play 2K on your couch I'm searching for newer sounds In the booth, yeah I scare, I speak truth, be aware It's a mood, yeah I'm here, yeah I'm here, yeah I'm here (Go, go, go, go) This the album of the year Time to boot all my peers, is that rude? I don't care, I don't care, I don't care (Go ahead nigga, talk your fucking shit) Alley oop, say my prayers Time to shoot, throw the spear Aim to kill, hunting deer Watch me move, what is fear? Talking lewd? I can't hear Y'all is sheep, scared of sheers Take a clue, yeah I'm rare, yeah I'm rare, yeah I'm rare Perfect, perfect, how I be so perfect? Urgent, searching for something that gives purpose Heard it, heard it, yeah music is working Cursing, cursing 'cause I want more than surface Curtain, curtain, I found my wave and surfed it Curving, curving, 'cause fake friends be like urchins Cursive, cursive, I bob and weave to curve it Nervous, nervous is this path really worth it? 804, yeah that's me, RVA been the scene Left the box in '03, fell in love in '19 I write chords on the keys and I pop like the grease off the skillet I'm in it to win it, independently driven, I'm spitting They gon' know my name, two letters to say Darker than the shade, I don't got no shame They so glad I came Industry a maze, know I'll be okay 'cause I'm a fucking ace, keep my fucking pace, tighter than a lace Man, I'm fucking great, not all heroes wear capes, but they all get praise Know they want a taste, go get your own plate, you cannot relate I'm at different rates, not up for debate Y'all gon' taste my blade Watch me overtake, 'till I hit the grave I shall move with grace like my middle name Type beats like buffet Ride the beat like waves, hi-hats, 808s Can you feel the bass? I move my own way My room is a cave, blinds shut, studying for days But I love it, wait I might rearrange the whole fucking game Not to be cliche but I'm not good, I'm great Sadness, overcame all the fucking pain that I been on, attached to the vision (Every fucking day) They say they support but I've never seen 'em listen Nigga, this that 804 shit, nigga (804) (Talk your shit nigga, talk your shit, nigga, talk your shit, nigga) This the first track, we just on right now, nigga (Go ahead, talk your shit nigga, go ahead) Let me get my shit off, nigga 804, RVA, Richmond shit, DMV shit, nigga (Aye, yuh, okay, aye) Aye, yuh, yuh, okay let's go (Run up on a nigga, shoot in broad day, aye) Run it up, run it up, aye, yuh Run it up, run it up, aye, yuh I cut that beat with a knife, nigga, yeah I cut it up (Like real slow, re-, re-, real slow) (Facetime call from The Editor)