Yeah
Monk
Yo ROYOS
Blessed me the beat
Hit me with a verse
I'm into my high fashion
My weed socks
That's high fashion
I stay bragging
But wouldn't you
If you hopped on the track
And stayed spazzing
I stay blacking like February
Me on the track
That's very scary
Put LT on a beat of mine
You can beat that
In nevuary
I'm dope as a one-man army
Your shit dead like a cemetery
I rap, make vids and make beats
Man I'm even my own secretary
Call me Kellogg's
Cos I serial kill these beats
Like a nurse does dogs
That are sick in the veterinary
Picture that that's very scary
Yikes
R-O-Y-O-S
Man I'm coming for the necks
Of those who said they're the best
I'm hungry like Oliver Twist
In line and his food's up next
Woah
Kill em with the flow
Said I give it to you fast
Or I give it to you slow
Ask me for a verse
But I only do those for the bros
So no
If you rate 5 stars I'm still underrated
Look up and count the stars
Then you'll get my rating
They thought I was playing
Then I put my first track out
And they saw that I flamed it
Long Term be thanking the universe
Who the first uncouth
That would use a verse?
For the purpose of purple
Up in your purse
You'll lean towards
Some change and worse
You'll be thinking of bread
In the main immerse
Yourself in the wealth
Of the make of Earth
Vibranium, little 'caine and girth
Raw material
That'll make the world
Go round the crowns
I murder it
Get rich or die
That's word to Fif
C notes to a G
A perfect fifth
They ain't saying shit
Like I heard the fifth
Being pled
Instead I'll use amendments
To bear my arms
And every second
Show the cuts
The self-harm
Kinda make me calm
When I see the reckless
Know the world is in chaos
From Cape Cod to Lagos
They'll say less
But I'll say more
The pain a bond as I take off
I ain't playing that fake happy
Skin ashy
Hair nappy
Stay kicking that real shit
That's who we are
Man bless the rappers
Bless the rappers
Yo Hoss
Let's go
Running till the bell gone ring
Tag
Now you in jail, broheim
Laugh
At all of the rappers
Out here trying to spazz
Just like I'm a kid
Having a fucking fit on the grass
Last bitch been a brat
Had to put an end to that
Send shade at my clan
I'm deflecting it back
I'm the best of the batch
And I'm the creme of the crop
Teen titans in the tower
Take my team to the top
In and out like bees and the seasons
Fine if it rhymes
I don't even need a reason
Five different times
Had my phone line beeping
Guess I fucked five different bitches at the four seasons
Double space greetings
My hoe a slow reader
Find dope in my coat pocket
Made my whole evening
Dank in my pants
And it made my whole day
Fuck trying to get answers
I'm trying to get paid
Small like ant
Trying to diss?
Raid!
Girl liked two of my pics?
Slayed!
Least 20 grams on a plate then bake
Frosted but I don't flake
Great!
I'm just trying to say
I get paid in cake
I rap like I want my scale to break
Some rap just pales in comparison
Some just spill
Like a pail of paint
My swill too ill
No sipping you might faint
I'm skilled
When I wanna make it bang it's gone bang
Bad from the top to the bottom
The whole thang
Phone rang
Brrp brrp
No change that's guap
Like a ride
Her front lift up and her back drop
And I'm pounding my chest
Like I got a bad cough
Catch up
But no running on the black top
Run your mouth?
Kiss my white bottom
That's all
And that's Hoss
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