[Freeverse: Young Chevy] Picked up a pen, wanted to be a star Can’t even remember like when but now I’m in it al- Ready homie, Know all the stakes Like the beef on the bar- Be cue to every bar that I spit at you 200 in a 100, got double in the middle Y’all play imitation games Enigmatic with riddles Don’t get it? Rewind it Let me slow it down a little Half throttle, Full bottle Call me alcoholic with it Way I go from bar to a bar And my bars give you SARS Got you standing afar All my sides can’t touch me Parallel parking a car Cause my girl ain’t in my city Still ain’t drifting apart Girl that line ain’t no filler really You’ll see me on the charts You could see that I’m killing it If the syllables visible How you cynics so critical When the lyrics ain’t hitting you Well your pinnacle’s minimal Yeah you’re fucking ridiculous Still I’m breaking and entering Your subliminal stimulus How the people said I wouldn’t But I knew that I would top Shooting bullets off my palate But you knew I ain’t no cop Now I’m diving in that pussy While these other bitches fishing Don’t know how her panties drop She think I’m a magician Missing, is every other snake That be hissing Y’all ain’t really heard of me? Then listen Every word a blessing Take a bite and spit it Can’t even digest it I’m stuck in your intestines like faeces I be the shit But it’s funny you the dropout On SoundCloud with my nine I’m taking shots now I’m saying a stereotype Just ain’t a way-out I take routes like a scout To weigh out my a-ccounts Don’t shoot below my chest I got a vest now How I be passing all these tests You think I’m a brown- -boy stereotypically, but genetic ain’t the same See my skin physically Don’t belong to rap game Facts change Your bitch ask ‘bout me? You don’t say! I take off her skirt And offset on her face I Quavoed (K.O’d) the pussy As she watched Mi go And as she watched me go I came back for more 69, I’m Finding Nemo while she deep throat She call me daddy your honour, I ain’t no Pedo Like Kevin, should’ve just given him space, you know They should’ve put you in a hole big as your peephole, Creepo Let me spell it out ‘fore you in my mind browsing Check the power on the scouter Says it’s over 9000! As a favour put a ceiling On this brain that I am housing But first put mental walls in my surroundings Now I’ll keep it simple For you sex offenders Symp-seeking pretenders Be it any gender Y’all thick skinned And well your skull ain’t really slender Before I say this first I hope you second what I render (bitch!) Sex predators are aliens Who come in to befriend Try to get to know the best of you And slide in your DMs And you think they one to help Cause you had nobody else Making moves while you sipping Take your silence as a yes Bitch her silence ain’t a yes Just her defence ain’t offensive Don’t you blame it on her dress Or say you drunk and you ain’t thinking Let’s just say it was the drink Then why you pour another drink bitch How dare you pour another drink? Never forget or forgive If you ever ‘round my bitch Grabbing tissues with your issue Mags loaded you get hit It ain’t legal still legit Let me underline this shit Now you blue cause it clicked you You a fucking hyperlink Still ain’t never gonna link up Got you in the scope It ain’t a wink bruh You so scared Can’t even blink 1- -82, who’s punking my team? BJP with the beef So don’t come beside me You don’t come beside me How you still fighting? Like I’m covid-19 Better find a vaccine I’d be spreading lotta deaths If you try to Trump me Cause my rhyme’s on my Prime Like how Modi might be Hit you super quick You’d forget to even bleed Like missing a period You’d forget to even breathe And worry ‘bout saving breaths Pneumonia, Insomnia Cause you facing death And cause we facing death The virus needs a cure Vice versa? For sure Don’t you think we saved the world We just paying off our debts Nothing less, I confess With this sense that I bless Cause my head give me thoughts Like my thots give me head And I’m plotting through these bars Like the checks on the chess board Try to hold me back What’d divorce do to Bezos? Y’all wearing black Heard of murder And that’s the dress code Call me John Wick Killed it with a pencil I go bang like the city that I’m from 808 101 Run and gun Hit and run Was made fun off Get me guns Chevy won You the pun Im no one of One of one 1 on 1 To an 0, To a 1 I be ready Player one Get your Goons I got bullets I got one for everyone ICU With your wounds I cut you with precision The Pharma says You and your Grandma Take the same medicine (gang gang)
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