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Skyte Round 1
Need It or Keep It, Skyte
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Said I'ma go up and forget about her
Honestly, man, I probably would
I ain't even up yet, how the fuck these niggas upset?
Callin' me Hollywood
This bitch tryna fuck back
I'm finna turn to a love jack
Supplying polywood
Don't let me up tech
I'm at your spot 'til the sunset
Black ski mask and a Marni hood
Step, ended up steppin' to death
Guess he can't amount to what he thought he could
Yes, I'm finna dub the bitch
She piss me off, I don't care how the body look
We ain't in the same bracket, boy, you stay stagnant
I got pape stackin' like a bank magnet
Niggas been bitched that I ain't jackin'
Wipe my slime nose with the same napkin
I don't split bread, bitch, I hate fractions
Full production cast, I'ma take action
Niggas actress how they stay actin'
Bitch, I go ape like a baked jacket
Ridin' my wave, so say, "Hey, captain"
I spit more flames than a slain dragon
I lift weight that could leave a crane snappin'
I get mad quick, so refrain chattin', oh my God
I don't bullshit, put in hard work
'Fore it get light, it get dark first
Cardiac arrest, bitch, my heart hurt
Niggas sweet as fuck, they some Starburst
You ain't been through it, you's a lurker
Want a word out me, you get charged first
Jump you like three charm make the car work
Feel like Gus, my life been a Mark Kirk
Neck got a curse mark
I'ma take flight, let me embark
Pockets too full, Amazon cart
Bitch, straight gas, Chevron Park
You could get boxed like a check mark
Need a timestamp, I'm the best part
I don't make songs, bitch, I make art
Line between us like a graph chart
You don't have heart, got it backward
Niggas down low like a taskbar
Let the mag twerk, but don't act hard
Ain't no criminal if I have spark, oh my God
I could say my mind's a waste
Niggas hate, boy, type away
But you get found, won't find escape
I gun you down, fuck time of day
Tryna sing like what my browser say
Ain't Kendrick, I put rounds in Dre
This shit that I'm not proud to say, bitch