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[Intro/Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Hush now, ghost mode on, no chit-chat...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 1]
Baritone growl, I slink through the grime,
Face game tight, but the dope bag's prime—
Sold that white to the suits in the club,
They snort lines off a dealer's thumb,
Two-tone chain, light flex, no flash,
Fed the crew off one zip in a crash.
Short crew, back room, fat envelope,
Fake smiles hit when the blue boys scope,
"Hey king" this, "yo queen" that bullshit,
I'm ghost on leeches that suck my dick.
Time thieves get taxed like late-night fees,
Ten toes down in this concrete squeeze,
"Slide thru?" Nah, I'm buried deep, fine,
Papers signed first, then we blaze, align.
[Bridge]
Phone hums once—smash that shit, silence...
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Verse 2]
New path carved, fuck trends, I'm off-grid,
Loop hits clean, 808 my only kid—
Shorty chasin' likes, "Tag me in your flex?" Nah,
I'm cam-shy ghost, but the trap house ledger's next.
Suits pitch "collab," I hit 'em with "cuts,"
They dangle crumbs, I demand the nuts,
Want a banger hook? I drop two raw bars,
Twist it twice, now it's viral in your mom's car.
Society's joke: influencers peddle dreams for likes,
While we flip packs in alleys, dodgin' five-oh spikes—
They preach "hustle culture" from their filtered thrones,
But ghost us when the raid lights hit our phones.
Cool as ice, but I flip off the bloodsuckers,
Wallet spits truth louder than your TED Talk suckers,
Noise is poison, keep that distance, creep,
Silent countin' bills while the world's asleep—
And yeah, that powder line? It funds my peace,
Society's high on lies, I'm high on the fees.
[Chorus]
Mute the noise, don't hit my line, shh,
Big stacks only, spit it fast, then vanish quick,
Mute the noise, no rings, no kin,
If it ain't green, don't touch my fix.
Mute the noise, screen stays dark,
Fresh rolls in, stack 'em high, no spark,
Mute the noise, whisper low, step back,
Talk less, drop the count, that's fact.
[Outro]
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it
Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it...

Drop a text, maybe, I'll sleep on it

there's a lot that isn't right wit me
nobody hear my words, not for the life of me
spitefully, i grab this fuckin mic, they got no stripes to me
yo shit is not that nice to me, its guttin like a knife in me 
you could try yo fuckin best, its not enough
so now i couldn't give a fuck about no set, just run it up
i leave you people to the rest, no longer care bout puffin up
my chest, you bitches couldn't test me, in this shit im number one
y'all fuckin gassed him, now just look at what hes done
like how the fuck they pass me, but aint ever sounded tough
wipin shit like vaseline, they movin round the cut
now if you movin out too passively, get treated like a runt
let me talk my shit, too much, and imma air it out
cuz i don't got much left, up in this bitch to care about
i don't see them mothafuckas sharin now
so you can keep the trash, you bitches steady blarin out
run a different grind, and everytime i wouldn't see the funds
only thing thas mine , is all my time, and i don't need the fuss
why these bitches think they fine enough for me to fuck, 
hold the fuckin line, who wanna mind inside my scene, its up
every fuckin time i chase the bred, i feel like nevermind
please just stay away, im on a plane, and i dont ever fly
you don't got the answer, sway, i promise you could never find
so please just mind ya manners, if you think that you a friend of mine
i just smoked the last fuckin gram, and now the plug dry 
so now you know im pissed, don't even bother tryna come by
whatever that you like, im hatin, i don't give a fuck why
unless you got a j, then we can smoke it, and get dumb high
rappin wit intention, like the track itself a sigil
better walk wit high discretion, or yo life is sacrifical
if you keep on talkin shit, i'll light yo candle at the vigil
woulda thought his name was malcom, how i popped him in the middle
of his mothafuckin forehead
run up on me bro, and you gon end up makin your bed
hazardous the flow, i leave you bitches eatin more lead
atomic on the notes, i got the code right to the warhead
i keep sweatin through this pain, i won't forget
all them mothafuckin people, and came around, and they left
right, and i guess its all my fault, i never kept up
fight, for my reasons, and my flaws, i hold my head up

No, I'm Not A Rapper. [dreey]

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