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Hahahahahahahahahaha Throw me beats, I dead 'em all My fans are at the food bank satisfied, I fed 'em all (fed 'em all) They mad for me, think they skeptical Like, "How you haven't blown? You must be shadow banned, it's Meta's fault Never stall, still appreciate it if the blessings small When Jerry gives you lines, it makes you think you hittin' smellin' salts I fire off a bunch of thoughts Gave up on the internet 'cause half of y'all are dumb as rocks Grown white suburban men who claim they got a bunch of opps Whosе mothers do their laundry, gettin' mad 'causе you still cum in socks Bad karma probably well deserved Got a spot in Hell reserved, don't say I didn't tell you first Lotta time to think like a [?] instead of [?] I was writin' raps when all my college friends were sellin' [verbs?] Past life, couple stacks of pages and some graphite I turned it to a business, stack the money to giraffe height So put all your amigos on Your [T.I.?] and your [T.O.?] on I fully strip the ego gone I don't miss independently, I'm like that [Neo?] song White guy started talkin' crazy, this ain't Theo Von Breakfast at Jerry's, it's 8 o'clock sharp Motherfuck a top chart, I'm just here to pop art Probably burned some bridges in my past, well, that was not smart Letras de cancionesBut if you can't finish down the stretch, then what's a hot start? Jerry, el desayuno está listo TMZ Well, Mr. Zajac, we appreciate you comin' (No problem) We went and ran some numbers ('Kay), and I think it's out your budget (What?) The pay stub states that you're an artist, I don't judge it (Okay) But the grass is in the back, I think it's best that you go touch it Fuck it, I ain't too upset, nothing here I do regret 'Cause half your favorite artists probably drownin' in a pool of debt I've used it all as fuel, I got enough of it to fuel a jet My dad don't use no Spotify, he's askin' 'bout my new cassettes Fire drops, I'ma keep it yellin' from the highest tops But please do not disturb me when I'm writin' in the quiet spot Loop the beat, I'm tyin' knots, water on my driest crops If you losin' traction, that's on you to get your tires swapped All I got's my words and my two balls Stay out my pocket, learn from the cue ball (The cue ball, bitch) When they knock you off your feet, only a few crawl So real recognize real, really, I knew you [new ball?] (I knew you [new ball?]) Another day alive and well Provided for my clientele, the fans, I treat the clients well I know what I've come here to seek, it's just they hide it well And place the fake goal for distraction and hope you blind as hell (Blind as hell) Where many come to try and fail Promise you the day that I die, they'll say a giant fell (Hahahahahahaha) From Letras Mania