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• Written by KRT
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I go back to back every time, I neva miss a beat (yeah)
so much money now it's criminal, but I keep receipts
everything they said about me it's pivotal, and yeah I keep receipts
everything they said about me was pivotal, hell yeah I kept receipts
yeah
she said "it's over." "wait! I hate it when we don't work out!"
can't even track the shit they sayin', but they still run mouths
and at the end of the day, even if I tap out
all this weight up on my shoulders like a squat rack, but I won't back out
phonetics with aesthetics, every verse IPA
break shit down in symbols, watch me spell it out my way
I don't chase the bag, I make it levitate
every dollar's a seed, watch me cultivate
yeah, cookin' up Michelin level, but I ain't tired
I seen niggas mimic drive-bys with nothin' but a wire
they only send shots through the circuit, they don't wan't no real fire
I don't duck no smoke, I plot for mo', truth is, I'm pure fire
when I stand on my money, I just can't get an exact measurment
I can't tell the time, cuz the bezel blockin' it like it's a friend request
I been makin' moves with the move makers, you need niggas to move with ya, you talentless
you can talk shit to me, but to be honest I just don't give a damn, fuck, or a shit
niggas better walk it back like takin' a detour
cuz you turn on me, and I promise that you done for
yeah, we ain't just gon' flip you off like some parkour
we gon' put the curtains up and put on a show, like an encore
quick shi
one of my 5 min crafts
4eal
