Statutory

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[Verse 1] How this track go hard when it just started? 4.0 GPA as if we came from Harvard See me teaching in the street, making sense common Congrats, you've got a Benz What'd you spend on it? Still you're simple as shit, you got slim pickings You got nobody to blame for your low limits Damn fam, it's a shame that your grave is finished But fuck, you bitches dug it so you'll lay within it Why don't you see the predicament that you've been introduced to? Dude, I'm far too ruthless, I will nuke you Any of you motherfucking worms wanna squirm? Send me a letter, my vendetta will let it burn No concerns will emerge, I murder shit like "The Purge" I need a reason to beef and y'all fulfilling the urge And now that I'm back in this bitch, I'm finna make this shit surge I been killing off these hoes, this work is where I splurge [Chorus] Style's like statutory Y'all been some bitches, just getting horny 'Bout to get fucked, don't miss the warning Finna see woody like this is morning Your family won't miss you, dismissive mourning Fields in Ohio, you bitches corny Meals of the village, just piss poor porridge Quit killing our mics, your shit is horrid [Verse 2] Fuck the mic, I fuck the mic Despite the quality, I'm an anomaly The top of prophets, ain't hyperbolic I mean the most of these comments I'll bomb your shit like a comet Ain't fucking with all the nonsense I'm dropping shit with some content, be honest With yourselves, your stealth ain't shit but some sales Your boat's been sinking with sails That just been ripped with the nails Of this, a victim of hell, yet godly Wholesome, these L's, people vindictive will fail Simple as this, he's a male which sends your end with some tales Beware you've witnessed descriptive submission With this inkling of minuscule information can erase your placement This game is far from amazing, I'm bored like candy with mazes Bitch I'm the Candyman and cancer stands to keep it up like ampersand But I'm the man to stand in the way like traffic men Hazmat attitude, showing no gratitude To the numerous bitches abusing our music Giving no excuses to prissy Lord Loser Your whole life's been lackluster, motherfucker, shut the fuck up Your foundation's been nothing but crumbs since day one No one supports you and nobody cares The hairs on your head been scarce Like your fanbase, shit's as then air Em's a guess in hip-hop? I guess no one knows of Tupac If you can say retarded shit, then why can't I? The Earth can't stand you, can you look to the skies? This man is so fucking old his neck would break if he tried Broke like his brain, so he stays rolling dice McDonald's head ass, he's rice like stir-fry Grainy vision'll get ya, I'm vista, degrading your picture That means fading your image as if there were anything left I'ma tell you what you could do best - shutting your mouth You belong with the trash, I'm talking Oscar the Grouch And fuck all the noise, that was the truth, I ain't fucking with clout If you tell me I ain't spitting, y'all only shrouded with doubt Y'all been asking for smoke and now you're choking on loud [Chorus] Style's like statutory Y'all been some bitches, just getting horny 'Bout to get fucked, don't miss the warning Finna see woody like this is morning Your family won't miss you, dismissive mourning Fields in Ohio, you bitches corny Meals of the village, just piss poor porridge Quit killing our mics, your shit is horrid
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