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inspecta hotdog - airball lyrics

[verse 1: inspecta hotdog]
man, i feel like lee on a friday afternoon
talkin’ way too soon, outta tune, buffoon
always b+ttin’ in, runnin’ lips on repeat
tryna drop knowledge, but his wisdom sound so weak
yeah, he speak his peace, but his peace is trash
soundin’ like a podcast n0body asked for
talkin’ all that cap
cracking dumb joke, then he laughs alone
room stay silent—man, check your tone
they say you are what you eat, but that’s facts
but he eat everything, so what’s that? (uh)
call him jack of all trades, master of none
tryna be the king, but the kingdom ain’t fun. (uh)
living on the edge yet you still act a scum
how it feels to be oblitеrated by a bum
threatenin’ our allеgiance way too many times
in coach chris’s class, had tears in my eyes. (uh)
that betrayal hit deep, made me feel so low
like i never meant nothin’, just a name to throw
but those days of worry? man, they got old
now you can disconnect—truth be told
i’m done with the game, yeah, i’m clockin’ out
no regrets, no doubts, no need to shout
and i get the last laugh, that’s the win
never feel this high till my life’s at the end
took my hits, but i’m standin’ tall
now watch me rise while you watch me fall
doors closed, time to switch the tone
my story ain’t told through some text on a phone. (uh)
not by a kid with them capcut edits
throwin’ cheap effects like they somethin’ poetic
nah, i need a stage, i need a mic
not some slideshow cuttin’ corners on sight
if you gon’ tell it, then tell it with weight
not some budget edit with a cheap+ass fade
thinking they made an impact, sh+t that’s lame
inspectah out

[verse 2: ej pay]
you be shooting your shot left and right
but everywhere you look, she’s just outta sight (uh huh)
lit class you spit out lines
tryna accent your way for signs (yeah)
but every single time it’s an airball
cut short from the trash can to fall
man, you can’t do anything right
just short of the line every single night (yes sir)
grew up dreaming of the stars
yet no one cares about your trip to mars (what)
spend all this time writing these bars
yet no one cares about your deep memoirs (huh)
walk up to that band room with that trombone (womp)
when you would really rather be on that phone (womp, womp)
make your videos for people to enjoy
yet all it does is rough them up and destroy
you’re a mess, you’re a godd+mn mess
why can’t you be like the rest?
act like you’re the savior, the chosen one
when you can hardly get anything done
the opps surround you, they’re here to hound you
trapping your mind in a complaining little prison
all you wanna do is have that happy little ending
but the world gives hard as it takes hard man
you thought this little thing was a diss on lee
when really it was a double entendre for me
airball, airball
one size, two fries, three lies, four eyes, five guys
yeah

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