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fine then, I'm gone
Marques Martin
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The biggest the rat to my own work
Told the world who I was who I am
And who the fuck am I to even think you'd give damn?
20,000 words verbs heard round the world
Now its aye cest la vie Louis v twin the pearls
Hey look at me
Im the rapper with the girls
Dont get it twirled
Still aiming at ya head
Like a widows peek
To be, or not be-
Let the riddle speak
At Tenth hour an invite to twins shower
After powder we conversated bout "end power"
Told the two what goes up must twin tower
A Sick dude gots sweet tooths's for grin's sour
Im only just a man
Ain't nothing special
Follow me home to find I got an extra aunties pretzel
Maybe I'll check out some new docs
Bump some instrumentals
Only privacy is my thoughts
The toughest game is mental
We know what you said was just some bars ya whole persona rental
It only stay up in them lines like a fuckin stencil
I be, I be
Cold chilling
Cook up in the summer make it hot for the winter
I'm only just a man
Another bronze medal
I work my 9-5 and fuck my girl
I fantasize throwing money signs in every ghetto
It's something deeper in this lifetime I'm finna pedal
They call us pioneers funny thing is we aint finna settle
I know my ideas past light years finna play catch up
In 5 years they'll be like "awe yeah he was something special"
Till then you filling in like them drums under heavy metal
I'm only one man thinking one thing
If you don't want it you dont gotta take it nigga leave
Fine then im gone
If I cut you off it's gon put you in a rut
Look around homie I could tell you why you stuck
Fine then, I'm gone
Fine then, I'm gone
I'm only just a man
Swear to God I'm Damned
They work me like a slave
I made a master plan
Fuck reaching up im out reaching out
All my niggas gon get cuts
Ain't no matter which side the blade
Aint' gon change we goin up
Shout goes out to Brooklyn but this strictly for my niggas tho
Make the beat, record my speech, and talk my shit like Fรญgaro
Walk with so much green on me they start to call me Piccolo
Bean on me, the lean on me, say "team" on 3 let's get it hoe
Imagine me, on "dnd" backyard in Greece, a Seminole
Comfort of my garden
Making plays im Tom Thibodeau
Scheme on we And T&T gon turn you to a simulation
Heavy mind I'm sick of waiting
Space and time in Syncopation
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