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age - rocket lyrics

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[verse 1]
y’all are bringing in common flows? i’m bringin’ the pain, smashin’

linin’ them up like dominoes and droppin’ them in the same fashion

so check the freshest, meanest teen in his adolescence

this is my battle presence, bring your girls around i’ll make a cattle reference

i’m the essence, unruly and tribal

trying to sn-tch my book of rhymes and claim it’s truly the bible

that raw sh-t, i mastered that, hard for y’all to craft a track

moving on, back to rap, your new sh-t, i’m laughing at

flows deeper than c-ck in your favorite lady friend

never do a track with y’all but if there’s money involved, maybe then

i’m packing punches, heat with my soul and it fits swell

y’all deserve oscars for playing the role of a b-tch well

going harder than playing zelda on acid trips

she fronts about likin’ it when i feel up on her -ss and t-ts

got my c-ck hard after that

let them overdose on my tape like a rockstar aftermath

this is for the baseheads, fiendin’ well we got you fam

gettin’ a kick out of my music like it’s a sinatra jam

low key like thor’s brother, check the sk!lls to study

i stay pursuing happiness, i’m on that will and cudi

you’re a steroid user, bad cause you’re huge and sh-t

a steroid user, mad cause you’re losing d-ck

you’re corny and unoriginal with the samples that you’re looping

she ’round me cause you’re losing and my soldier stays saluting

bizarre rides, homies in the back packing pipes

we’ll show up to your show and cause a riot, jacking mics

oh, now you’re laughing light but when i come around you’re acting right

sayin’ my sh-t ain’t k!ller? that’s a lie, ask your wife

lockdown like rocking rings of purity

you’re rolling with the big dogs now like rob’s security

a windbreaker and half cabs, guess i’m that dude

just a win taker with mad raps, yes i’m that dude

[hook]

if it bumps, turn it up, if it sucks, then it’s cut

you got something to say youngin’? say it from your gut

if it bumps, turn it up, if it sucks, then it’s cut

you got something to say youngin’? say it from your gut

if it bumps, turn it up, if it sucks, then it’s cut

you got something to say youngin’? say it from your gut

if it bumps, turn it up, if it sucks, then it’s cut

we ain’t nothing to play youngin’, quiet stupid f-cks (shut up)

[verse 2]

locals only rollin’ through, watch these crews get ripped

my head’s twisted and stranger than a kubrick fl!ck

i got that money in the bank feel, your honey want her tank filled

p-ss the jack, thanks jill, i stay the king, hank hill

so, your daddy was a hip lover, left your mother’s lips covered

stressed over a ripped rubber, wound up with a wrist cutter

a monster with a tendency to be a tape dropper

owned by a local legend like i’m magic to your dodgers

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