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I did some work out today, now I’ve got more ass than Coi Leray (Ha)
But still I’mma eat out Coi Lera
Imma cut Leray with some cutlery, yeah
A strange number just called me outta random
Look I’ve been on this journey to stardom
Looking back at the days a nigga had none
When my girl left and thought there would be no sunshine after her ass gone
Now she asking me if I missed her
How come?
When the ladies call me Mister handsome
Cuz when they look at my hands they see I have some
Like a magician they wonder where I get all this cash from
But you know lotta icons to me including big boss Illy
Sometimes I be rapping and I be sounding silly Yoshi made a milli but my own aim is a trilli
And all the good things in life will come to me and stay clingy
Yeah, bitch
Y’know?
Life’s full of Shege
I’ve seen a lot that at this point
I keep my eyes wide open
When I’m pounding pepper
And I ain’t meant for that
To sound like a metaphor
I meant that for real
2023 I was wondering my purpose
Was questioning the essence of my existence
I made the world my mirror and it told me I’m the greatest
And I should be friends with patience and she’ll show me the visions
She’ll give me tools to do, all that I was destined
Tools like intelligence and resilience
Y’all wear your Fendi, Prada, Gucci, I stick with my…Oh shit
Got a lotta options
That’s why I step on, the scene with my steeze
And the girls go unconscious
Yeah
No sunshine
Shout out Touchline
I must be clumsy the way, I’m dropping punchlines
Man I got that charm, like I’m Mathew McConaughey
Now all these bitches surround me and they do not wanna leave
Should I go again?
The one who wears the crown, heavy is his head
The one him head de swell, light is his head
The one with the ideas light de on top him head
And then there’s me, who’s lightyears ahead
Now let me say this one more time
Shout out Touchline
Over your heads go my bars and my punchlines
Over your heads they go, so you can’t touch lines
They’re so ahead of their time they even blow my mind
No sunshine like a fucking solar eclipse
Man I stay so damn equipped with clips like soldiers and shit
And what I mean by clips is just this shit that I spit cuz they’re my bullets
Man I’m off this bitch
