Beat native
• Written by Sixtano
Beats fucked like big asses and cups
Classic grasp of this stuff
I pick it up like a taxi and such
At any time I can just
Bust another smooth as butter no other
Can be the better motherfucker
Weather in summer is my writing summed up
But
That is not the point yes no topic to this joint
I stay annoyed if I can't express I will destroy
Sounds gay like boys
But I'm on the bass like a Crack head
I just imagine
That I was cut from different fabric
And nothing matches
Brought the matches strike a verse and captured
Spat at it as an addict most faggots
Straight Savage arrange rhyme pattern
I don't play average wordplay assassin
My life is crap mixed with shit
Both the same I notice this
But I flow like piss and flush the sins
Custom spit
No bluffing this a hundred clips
All of them miss
So I pistol whip to the ribs like baby Ray
Maybe today I'll be in the cypher and slay
Put lighters away I make a flame you know the name
As much as your own
It's a fucking lonely road when the microphone soul
Says tapes should of sold and were to explode
But no
I don't take it that way
I do my own thing
Not expecting I just do it effortlessly
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About the Artist
Sixtano
Member since January 1 2022