Psalm One – Pommes Frites Lyrics

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If you put it in the grease
You would float to the top with a little bit of heat and
If you wanna real talk
You can put on any beat and I'll make you look weak man
Wanna get self-esteem
Stop acting like a bitch when you claim you're not
Wanna shine like me
Then stop rapping like me since you claim you're hot
Little people wanna try a giant
But what’s a drip to a fire hydrant
Wanna change your flow and try my old style and try to deny it
I don't hang with you vultures
I know enough musicians
And I don't need your suggestions bitch
I know enough beauticians
And everybody want the life style and everybody got a team
I'm a just count your minutes, thirteen, fourteen
And I'm a realist, one of the realest chicks you'll ever lift
Like you broke your fucking hands you played your wrist, plagiarist
And I’ll never doubt you for a second
First things first let me check your G
And looky here you just what I thought you another cool chaser; effin corny
So I’ll forget about about you, but you won't forget about me
You just another small potato to me: pommes frites

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