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Lyrics:

Steppin’ in, all white kitted, I put the fresher pressure on ya ass, they mass admitted, to they selves but for they healths they can’t be quitted, but I got the clean cut and they seen that I got the fitted, prep is in, I mastered style, Hype has been a bastard child, but got a nice image, gotta practice it like scrimmage, I don’t do ice, I won’t do twice the same lame mistakes, but trial by error there no denial right there and this makes, for problems that I can’t excuse, sob gems that I drop in booth are still no truth, to excuse what I did choose, feeling bad for my sins, but chilling glad fresh as fuck, I’m so special, duck, if you wanna not be a gonna, when the sauna like grins commence, got nothing to lose, no bluffing I ooze a do or die mindset, kamikaze, I’m a crazy fella, I didn’t find yet the stable body, I’m able to go do squadly, planned out actions by my damn self, release more than ya crew I do by my damn self, I am stealth on my friends, harass to no ends, some I’m glum and feel sorry for, others that bothers I hurry more, glorify my reckless, behavior and wreck this, at least I beast through the west to east with free smoke like piff, gee wiz, he/his done took up the shine, you catch my drift I lift? Time to embrace the bad guy, mad fly is mine, I got an album dropping, cop it soon, seldom stopping is my top shit, boom, I’m the elephant in the room, get the party hearty, don’t start me, this shit is high noon. My final move, to prove my vital, I still got it or not, I came to reign like tidal, I shame ya name and bring the whine’ll the way I can complain, but don’t want the same my way, hypocrite is A. I trip a bit as I gas me up to sway, me from a chum being to the numb to feels that ya seeing, IG Reels and TikToking it, why me chills as I click clocking it? I try the kills on this switch of mine, the pitch align with the inner mood, my tone prone to match the sinner understood in my soul, to patch it up I need to heed to no wonder, fixing in this mixing takes time, protect and don’t let ‘em plunder, get ‘em under ya skin, fakes chime in and say a lot, pray a lot, yet act like the devil, bitch I ain’t quite that evil, intact my level, I know I can go raise it, shout out the God, whether Jesus or Rakim I praise it, please us and walk him as in me to be free, just don’t idolize and end up wit’ idle cries, when ya idol dies in ya eyes, practice makes perfect some lies, tactics to makes you wanna go pursue it, more respect for those who do it, and bye bye, cool from the fly guy, rule of thumb, treat those how yo choose to wanna be treated, me? To be seated better, I need to get my act up, I may be heated but to go get out this debt more, this is a fact up, ‘til then still been chilling in kitted, fitted whether wanna be slitted or on a bedded getting my sleep, I drop, they cop, betting they peep.

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