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Divulgence Lyrics by August Mallèt

Jaune

2020

Pull a blunt, divulge as much (shit)
Inhale it in and chest it out (shit)
I’ve been quiet for too long
I’m dropping new song
To fuck this game and buss a nut (goddamn)

It’s the type of joint these fags won’t even like (mmh)
The same fags that are fake as fuck (mmh)
Claiming that they got your back
While they busy sharpening their knives

Mom said Son you gotta cut it loose (cut it)
Put your focus in your books
She doesn’t understand that the young boy
Is tryna build himself a future

I get it’s how every parent is (uh huh)
She only wants to see me win (ah ah)
And
I was raised by the wave but
(Uh uh uh)
I’m no son of a Bitch
(Goddamn)

I’m the dog in the lеash
And the only thing I’m chasing is the pinnacle sеat
(Aaaahh)
I’m no cup of lean
So I’m definitely sure they wouldn’t put up with me
Tryna get yourself in the picture by biting my shit
Lost your relevance
You looking for an ass you can kiss (shit)

You say you got vision but you never saw the kid
Plus to the hustle and all that shit
Plus to the time he invested
When he should be studying to get out of poverty

I know they don’t like me
They only just faking it
Who gives a fuck
When my enemies worship me
I show my face and these rappers are startering
Say they got bars and their phones out of battery

Fuck all the plugs I’m a cordless connection
Sleeping on talent, for what
Popularity
Sleeping on talent for shit in return
And a few of connections that make empty promises

This game is my land
Get the fuck off my premises
This ain’t the end, it’s the start
It’s the genesis
You must be kidding, I won’t show diplomacy
Passed me the mic and I started devouring


These niggas are socially loud and they lyrically silent
A feature from me means you agree to get bodied
I’m getting A’s, you get B’s like the Cardi
I rap like your icon, you wrapping up parties

You say you the illest but I am the sickness
You at the shore, I’m inside of these beaches
Whatever you cooking
You cook in my chicken
Comparing our plates
I Mike Tyson your ego

I don’t take you lightly
I don’t even take you
I could destroy you with only a pencil
Mess up your image and your reputation
And leave you outdated
Then pass an eraser

This game is a church and I walk in like satan
Bars are demonic so don’t you stop praying
Hell is my home, I don’t sin to get access
My notebook is a Bible, reflect on my verses

You can’t see potential with glasses on
Your shit is meaty and I am the carnivore
Before you come at me, think twice
(Whoo whoo)
Like Celine Dion

I fuck with this music and that is my ending
I’ll knock at your door if you don’t respect it
Leave you diminished and that is my service
Pay me respect directly from your savings


Perhaps this game is overfilled with faggots
They’ll never like you when you’ve got potential
Treat the game like an educator
Better take what’s offered. Never bunk a lesson

I know I’m not eminent
But fuck they treat me like a pentagram
So I bless them with heat on hit
And some hits on careers
They passive like virgins man

Turn every battle into a murder scene
Verbal shots to the vertices
Don’t tell me my bars are the sickest
Focus on making sure you find its medicine

You chasing the clout while the clout is busy chasing me
I’m setting all the trends and you are following
I’m not the leader of the new school
I’m the governing body
I’m the worst emotion, don’t know why you feeling me

I’ve been eliminating
Mendicating
Levitating
Elevating
And I’m gonna get on this
I’m gonna tolerate this piece of shit that’s under me
Like a pair of kicks
Lord I pray I make it with these verses
And my nigga Antii beats
My nigga always fuels me up
Let alone the amount of petrol fees

Pushed to the limits, these niggas were bashing
Master my sound then go educate rappers
Fees won’t fall so they pay for the sessions
Bring me some bulls, elephants and leopards

Most of these G’s got a blunt way of thinking
Joint mentality, passive. These gimmicks
You selling your talent, you charging for features
You not an artist nigga you a stripper
Damn
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August Mallèt

August Mallèt

About “Divulgence” by August Mallèt

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"Divulgence" is credited to August Mallèt. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Divulgence" appears on "Jaune" in 2020.

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