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f3ry x rari - palm trees lyrics

(458 baby)

[verse 1: rari]
i’m too good i had to make my own beats
wearing detox beats i got when i was 15 (grade nine)
they were fake but it didn’t really matter
all the ladies wanted me i was the schoolyard chatter
last thing was pretty good but my new girl badder
all that time in the gym made her pockets get fatter +chaching+
no sweat imma keep it in check
they pretend to be your friends for a piece of that cheque +rip+
it’s all good cuz i already ate
they just begging for the scr+ps that i left on my plate
and they don’t ever wanna scr+p cuz they know i don’t play
if they do, run it back, i’ll let another verse spray (pop pop)
and i pray that they stay
you wouldn’t know that i’m the best without these rappers that i slay (shink)
you can call me chucky rap to me is child’s play
i need more than six feet to put my money in the grave
one of the greatest innovators, lyrical incinerator
drop your girl at your house
and she told me see you later
but you can’t hate the player (nah)
i’m just doing my thing
soon as i pick up the mic i’m rearranging the game
a modern+day shakespeare
i ain’t writin’ play
the beat like julius ceasar on his very last day
i got all season tires
never stay in my lane
i’ll be going full throttle
summer, winter and spring

[chorus: f3ry]
only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

[verse 2: f3ry]
roll on out of bed, start another good day
only other new rapper who be spittin’ like jay
only other beat slapper who be chefin’ like ye
better watch the throne, cuz i’m rippin’ this, ay (ay)
was better than the rookie
now i’m better than the vet
only took a few verses, couple beats, and a cheque (money)
addicts ask for some weight i said look at my neck
this game is a race and you ain’t even set (nah)
you write wack bars and erase it i bet (yuh)
you trippin’ on drugs and you lace it with meth, hah hah
money big and green like shrek
tried to pick up the racks and i tore my left pec (weight)
crisp on the walls with the bars that i spit
own all the malls with the bands that i get
own audemars from the racks and the chips
got all the broads from the cash that i flip (flippy)
puttin’ out your candles, you rappers ain’t lit (litty)
i get in shape while you on a wii fit
actin’ like you number 1, you ain’t even got a hit
i pay your next girl to put on my next fit (fitty)
just came in the game, now you rappers are my sons
i ain’t came for the fame, i’m just rappin’ for fun
it’s a shame how the game filled with rappers, that’s done
i ain’t tame on a beat, i heat it up like the sun

[chorus: f3ry]
only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

[verse 3: zlaz]
feelin’ good, feelin’ free, feelin’ fine (too fine)
got caught up in the game and committed to the time
no runnin’ from my gang, no runnin’ from the crime
if you hear your name called, there’s a spot for you in line (next)
leave behind the fam and live for the parties (yeah)
forget about your papa, say hi to paparazzis (cl!ck)
sh+t gets real when you wake up in the mornin’
food’s in the fridge, but no love, now you’re mournin’
sizzle up the grill, we be cooking for the stars
you ain’t ready for this heat, you ain’t ready for these bars (ba+bars)
rari on the beat, heads be turnin’ all stunned
your middle name’s well and your last name’s done (tsss)
new to the game, i be rackin’ up this money (cash)
no mercy for these wackos, they lookin’ kinda funny (ha)
the streets didn’t call me, i stepped up to the show (show)
hoppin’ on this beat, i be k!llin’ that flow (yo)
one listen to your verse like i stubbed my toe
shoot my shot in the dms we ain’t missin’ free throws
i be tearing up the game just like kyrie in the paint (yeah)
not from new orleans but i flow like a saint (hmm)
you won’t see me coming like wind from the east (whoosh)
throw a hail mary you can call me drew brees
call a pick, beat the buzzer, step back for the three (swish)
told her start the car, she don’t even need the keys

[chorus: f3ry]
only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

[bridge: f3ry]
it’s not an easy life, but it’s gettin’ us paid
we ain’t ever goin’ back to livin’ minimum wage
better turn up the music, there’s a lot more to say
now put your hands up and get lit for the day

[chorus: f3ry]
only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah
coast to coast new city every week
if you comin’ for a ride better hold your seat, yeah

only shade is palm trees on a beach
we get paid just to rhyme as we speak, yeah

- f3ry x rari lyrics

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