Interlude
Spencie
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You in the heavenly presence
Persistently present
You peasants
I'll teach you a lesson
I ain't the likeness of pleasant
Despite it,
The message I'll give you
Should yeah you a lesson
Don't come at me
Cause if you want beef
I'm gonna smoke ya
Turn up the heat
World gonna know
I'm never discrete
You took an L
You got it from me
Spencie got ice
You rockin' it neat
I fuck with veggies
Cause I got the beats
Nuclear fusion
Making that heat
Treat you like black-bolt
Won't let you speak
I got the chopper
Let it unload
I see the bag and I
Get it and go
I light you up
And I'm watching you glow
And you're getting fucked
Like your name Lana Rhodes
I wanna be number one
I get it for fun
You know I come second to none
Know I'm not speaking in tongues
So listen you bums
Cause I'm nowhere near being done
Rhyme bullets out of my mouth like a gun
Sorry for being so extra, like gum
Cause I spit you out, dry up in the sun
Makes no difference, Sum 41
What differs is I sweeping you like a swiffer
No reaching out
I'll leave your ass on delivered
And I never lose
And like booze to your liver
I'm killing you slow
But know I could go quicker
Some of you brothers
just tryna' change me
I ain't the moon
You cannot go phase me
You fuckers ain't seeing it right
But no worries
You wanna see better?
Cause I got the saline
You're pitiful, I'm at the pinnacle
Keeping it minimal
Bouta' get physical and (spencie)
Washing you out
Like a beach on a coast
My come up ghost
I keep it invisible
Now that I started go farther,
I'm harder im smarter in every way
That is so typical
Know I got class and you
Know I got stacks
So my chains always featuring
All of them minerals
Who really cares about you
Or your come up
You taking the shrooms
I'm taking those one ups
Pushing that P, they callin me gunna
I'm Mothman, I run the night till the sun up
Running the game
The fortune and fame
I'll make you feel pain
And that is promise
I'm fly like a crane
I'm making it rain
Your shit is so lame
And I'm just being honest
Know I be pulling the trigger
My fingers got some many rings
My phone bill is crazy
Let me all know, that I got all the hoes
They all in a bunch
Yeah they calling me Brady
Goodbye was shit. and I realized it quick
So after a bit, went and turned a 180
Don't even try to out do me or sue
Cause truly I'm rapping this section like 80
Triplet flow, I'm draining the threes
I may be short, you still look up to me
Your style so two-bit, I'm 1080p
Watching me win on my 80-inch screen
I'm a list im famous
I know that I made it
When I make a song
It belongs on a playlist
I'll state if I'm faded
I'm inebriated
You wanna be fly
But that flight, I delayed it
(He think he funny)
(Yeah)