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ae_rae - cutbacks lyrics

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instrumental produced by be$gang;
additional production & recording by ræ

[hook]
time to touch back, with myself, & my wealth
beneficial ‘cutbacks’, for my superficial health
as a sacrificial help, for my unofficial self
organized, over lies, from an artificial shelf

[verse]
eyes dry, wide, so a n-gga caught the red eyes
no disguise, cooking fresh pies, so that death dies, when i sigh. n-gga stand-by
talking by, bet i’m booking next tries
talking die, small-time like nano
singing in soprano pitch, beat piano sh-t
if i’m talking ammo b-tch..
i’m talking bar size!
drive by, b-tch i’m bumping ‘hard t-thes’, for the whole ride, never lie, muziq homicide
track k!lls like a nice guy
and i gotta black-chill like a spiced chi
rhymes filter-5 like a type y
when i write high (heh)
i’m a pretty hype guy, when i’m smokey eye fried
(like a white guy)
white fried like a ghost-ting. (pow)
catch a body like a close-ting
p-ck-rs poppin’ molly, like an ollie, in the lobby
prolly, ‘for she hopped the trolley
(what?)
f-ck that, let a n-gga talk scr-p
thought they caught’me slippin, listen
b-tch we bouta bust back
hit’em with a diss-track, it’s a wrap, that’s a fact
people act fake, on a last day, as a lacked trait of “pack faith”
æ, tryna make a way, anyway to stay
(mack ræ, off-stage. overlap, when i rap)

fast pay we collect, bangin’ tracks outta debt
makin’ something of the city but i need a sec
yet, bare sweat
n-ggas wasting time tryna earn a cheque
gambling their minds, i don’t wanna bet
still shine; bet i’ll hit a net
bare tech, but it’s what i get
as a r.o.i
i’m a major guy, 5-alive
posted where danger lies
coasting on another try, not another by
got goons with the cookies & the rocks
like the girl scouts playing hopscotch, up the block, nonstop
prolly penetrate a heavyweight, to storm off
to a lady-late p-rn off
bl-w j-bs, knock ya mu’ha f-ckin’ corn off, no cob
victims looking like they gotta mu’ha f-ckin’ nose job
new year; old n-ggas owe me money
strike true fear; bold n-ggas get bunny-ed
what the f-ck’so funny, 4 owe me 3hunny
i’ll dial my dunnys, they’ll come when it’s sunny
like like run me my money..
(n-gga)



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