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Raise The Bar Cypher Lyrics
Okay, here we go y'all, 'bout to go hard, Drake pause
Any verse I spit is probably fire, laid off
Got your bitches wavin' to me, sonar, Cakewalk
When it's serious, it ain't no fun, Nate Dogg
I'll never keep it real, I ?
Somehow I got 10k subs
And I'm pretty damn sure it ain't never gonna go down
Cause I spit heat like it's cold out
And spit stupid shit that's profound
Bitch it’s DLZ all caps like a pronoun, shit's gonna go down
Stop, lemme slow down
K-Town reppin', but they hear about me miles from home
I'm out to corrupt, won’t leave the ears of your young child alone
Crazier than Danger Mouse
I don't know where the fuck my mind goes
Like my license and my V-card, I done lost that shit a while ago
Fuck it I'm mentally ill, bustin' incredibly still
Come from a separate quill, trust me this pestilence kills
Nothin' but effortless skill, fucking bereft of a deal
I ain't mad at that though, this music is just for the thrill
Mystery to most, I'm something that they can't see
Like why P Diddy signed Kelly or why Meek Mill's always angry
What's wrong with Gunz's teeth, what Flocka says when he's rappin'
How Kat Stacks tweets from jail or how Amber Rose is attractive
I'm an enigma, they don't understand me
Like the public transit intercom
TSA be all up on my ass cause boy I been a bomb
I got miles of haters, no opponents means you did it wrong
Killin' half you rappers on some shit that's just a minute long
Any verse I spit is probably fire, laid off
Got your bitches wavin' to me, sonar, Cakewalk
When it's serious, it ain't no fun, Nate Dogg
I'll never keep it real, I ?
Somehow I got 10k subs
And I'm pretty damn sure it ain't never gonna go down
Cause I spit heat like it's cold out
And spit stupid shit that's profound
Bitch it’s DLZ all caps like a pronoun, shit's gonna go down
Stop, lemme slow down
K-Town reppin', but they hear about me miles from home
I'm out to corrupt, won’t leave the ears of your young child alone
Crazier than Danger Mouse
I don't know where the fuck my mind goes
Like my license and my V-card, I done lost that shit a while ago
Fuck it I'm mentally ill, bustin' incredibly still
Come from a separate quill, trust me this pestilence kills
Nothin' but effortless skill, fucking bereft of a deal
I ain't mad at that though, this music is just for the thrill
Mystery to most, I'm something that they can't see
Like why P Diddy signed Kelly or why Meek Mill's always angry
What's wrong with Gunz's teeth, what Flocka says when he's rappin'
How Kat Stacks tweets from jail or how Amber Rose is attractive
I'm an enigma, they don't understand me
Like the public transit intercom
TSA be all up on my ass cause boy I been a bomb
I got miles of haters, no opponents means you did it wrong
Killin' half you rappers on some shit that's just a minute long
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