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b-phong - he says lyrics

[verse 1: b-phong]
creme de la creme
gotta lay down the map
as he plans his scheme
with his bars and his blue print
sh-t unseen
with this life that he’s building
viewed through your screen
as he flees the scene
contemplate what
what the f-ck this means
solving this enigma
that blocks his dream
as he’s living cream
wu tang through his earbuds thinking green
as he spits
spend my money on a new car
getting money from my hooks
not my true bars
get my crew far
as i threw far
all of my humbleness
right out as the rude star
like why the f-ck should i care about these lame b-tches
on my instagram posting all these framed picture
caption
waiting reactions
you’re so cute, so and so, for satisfaction
b-tch
you sharing sh-t like a human centipede
hoping one day you’ll be better than me
f-ck this d-mn clique
f-ck this d-mn b-tch
f-ck this d-mn sh-t
motherf-cker no conglomerates
i got no promises
i be running out of tolerance
of all these fake friends waiting till im prominent
stop with it
hopping my accomplishment
acting so d-mn deceived with no acknowledgement
with no chemistry
nothing with the elements
of being me
all you b-tches irrelevant
with the pen as a man with my penmanship
as you sink to the bottom as hit your ship
now my heart and my brain joined at the hip
hop up to the point to the f-cking tip
with these songs that began with the pen that cl1ck
from the radio hits
from the desk i think

[hook: b-phong]
riches, money, gold
b-tches, honey, sold
sh-t that i’m told
when i make it one day
when i’ll have it my owned
with this b-tch on my side as i sit on this throne (x2)
make millions with these tall tales
will he make it rain or h-ll nah?
break through the ceiling with these album sales
will he make it rain or h-ll nah?
flip up his chances with heads or tail
will he make it rain or h-ll nah?
is this the way right up the trail
will he make it rain or h-ll nah?
and he says

[verse 2: b-phong]
these fibs i’m told
getting big like a whole ten folds
bottom role
b-tch it’s getting old
with this beast in my mind that i can’t control or let go
it’s a struggle hold
got me sick like the common cold
like why panic
sinking like the t-tanic’s
i can’t stand it
spitting like i’m galvanic
with these shots that i spit like the d-mn police
as i flow on this beat
i’m releasing heat
i’m so fire
burn you from the third degree with my pen and my mic right next to me
it’s getting messy (messi)
while shooting for these goals
haters they be telling me
kid, let it go
these dream that you have is a waste and you know
then all these d-mn b-tches sucking up as they blow
all these lyrics that they show
from a screen shot
saying what they mean
not
thinking that they fly
kamikaze not the reebok
handle like a tea pot
giving it a detox
my life that i fixed got me proud as a peac-ck
now what the f-ck am i doing with this attention
these motherf-ckers who’s jumping into contention
they rap about it
rapping about possessions
ain’t rapping about what’s real
they rapping about the flexing
is it really about the money and honeys into the running
of the start of my career with these tracks that i be running
man there sh-t’s a dime a dozen
they rapping about the b-tts
ain’t nothing like the conjunction
these b-tches they just front
cause the sh-t that’s on the radio
rich, money, and gold
with b-tch, honey that’s sold is starting to get old
i’ma bouta take a stand and taking my own route
as you see my paper trail and copy it all about
and hoping that one day your talent will get shown
but nah like motherf-cker
this throne is my own
ima bouta get progressive while riding along this flow
you crash like oh no
you’re tired and totaled
fell flat with these tolls and me i’m full blown
through this world that i roam
i’m making it my home
and i’m rocking all these shows
to finally getting known
with my song that i hear
right through your d-mn cell phone

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