Lyrics: Sh*t, I got the swagger of a muthafu**in virgin dick Yeah, exchange a line with Tyler the fat upper lip Bust that big government, and mug their sh*t, Treat em' like a thug to be equal, grab the ropes from anotha b*tch, "I'm loving it." - mantras envelope the youth, Snake-oil salesmen, wit a bucket of "truth" Sh*t, everything is free, 'cept gasoline and weed, Rent, cell phones, insurance, and them, collard greens. This a white man's dream, my f*ckin eyes are closed, Fractals in the universe like kaleidoscopes. This a high level of conscious, it's rare to be kind, I've always been this wise, b*tch, hit the rewind. 76 full tracks, wrote by Axe, Mixed, mastered, and produced, my skills in stacks 76 full tracks, wrote by Axe, Mixed, mastered, and produced, my skills in stacks F*ck Drake, Juice, and Joyner, their plays are fake. The chip on my shoulder grew into an iron plate, Toss another on the left, and throw that barbell up, I tell you like it is, I'm not a p*ssy bruh, Won't suck d*ck for the hot spot, not in a crop top, If you see that weird sh*t on me, then that's a pop pop, Gun drop, hot glock, neva caught at Wingstop, Never eat a dead body bruh, cause that's a fiends job I used to write bars when I was high just to pass the time, I'm not a rapper, I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind Used to write bars when I was high just to pass the time, I'm not a rapper, I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind Sittin' there starin, as I pass my time.
Preach to em mane🔥
🔥 as usual, keep it up man!
Lyrics:
Sh*t, I got the swagger of a muthafu**in virgin dick
Yeah, exchange a line with Tyler the fat upper lip
Bust that big government, and mug their sh*t,
Treat em' like a thug to be equal, grab the ropes from anotha b*tch,
"I'm loving it." - mantras envelope the youth,
Snake-oil salesmen, wit a bucket of "truth"
Sh*t, everything is free, 'cept gasoline and weed,
Rent, cell phones, insurance, and them, collard greens.
This a white man's dream, my f*ckin eyes are closed,
Fractals in the universe like kaleidoscopes.
This a high level of conscious, it's rare to be kind,
I've always been this wise, b*tch, hit the rewind.
76 full tracks, wrote by Axe,
Mixed, mastered, and produced, my skills in stacks
76 full tracks, wrote by Axe,
Mixed, mastered, and produced, my skills in stacks
F*ck Drake, Juice, and Joyner, their plays are fake.
The chip on my shoulder grew into an iron plate,
Toss another on the left, and throw that barbell up,
I tell you like it is, I'm not a p*ssy bruh,
Won't suck d*ck for the hot spot, not in a crop top,
If you see that weird sh*t on me, then that's a pop pop,
Gun drop, hot glock, neva caught at Wingstop,
Never eat a dead body bruh, cause that's a fiends job
I used to write bars when I was high just to pass the time,
I'm not a rapper, I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind
Used to write bars when I was high just to pass the time,
I'm not a rapper, I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind
I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind
I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind
I'm a muthaf*ckin Mastermind
Sittin' there starin, as I pass my time.