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jam (rap) - memento mori lyrics

yo it’s little wonton, colder than tauntaun
dropping some hot bombs while chilling in t sp-wn
a-f-k i’m trying to get paid, by writing some new raps
’bout finding my next bae
look i’m off topic again, why the code names?
i just wasn’t poppin’ as ben
things i’ll never do again that be poppin a z-z-z
i was a dummy, i was bummy, now i’m tryin again
to get em bopping to jam
oh wait it’s thai kwon bo, or maybe lil’ miyagi
i got the fans saying nani
got the labels all saying is he thick in the head
he’s thick in the body, there’s no way that he fits in bugatti
so like uh, can i get a yikes in the chat
i’m ratchet but this girl saying that she like it like that
so why not, like uhhhhh…i mean im hot right?
i would literally do anything for a klondike
a-k-a lil’ buddha boy with buddha belly
i’m just chilling and filling with gouda bread and jelly
try accrue a milli, like really? no not likely
wanna work at 3 am with glover like spike lee
and, my boss admitted that she don’t like me
like what am i supposed to say to that, fight me?
like c’mon man, i’m just tryna make it
i’m tryna bring home bacon, that’s a wrap
hey yo it’s young bruce lee
i mean rock, wait no, swear i’m not a weeb stop
like my gosh he got the sk!ll of kakashi and chris bosh
lmao got the ko of rocky, no wait stop
i been grindin’ tryna get paid i think i’m goin insane
i wonder if it’s in vain, i really hope not
so it’s young ben ken0bi, all my hope is in me
and just grind ’til i’m everything i’m hoping to be

what’s my name what’s my name
what’s my name what’s my name
what’s my name what’s my name
what’s my name i don’t know
think i’m going insane, i don’t know
who am i who am i
just remember, everybody gotta die

it’s lil’ benny the kid
wanna one day say i never dreamed of any of this
but right now i feel like the game is can he convince
society to stream the tape or like any of it
so please, just listen, switch the flow to get your attention
i’m like an oven bring the heat it’s easy call it convention
i’m tryin to, accrue, my name i’m out for the benjis
but for now i’ll just thank god for the blessings
but tomorrow, i hope my ig is filled
with a mess of direct messages telling me i’m the best
and these girls that p-ssed up on me
telling me that they messed up
and fess up and tell me they love me long time, forever
it’s real/

it’s just ridiculous
trap boys be spitting the simplest, you know
but that boy, they say i got bars like t-mobile
fire like max scoville, show up and show’s over i stole it
cut the cord and wii remote control it
i swear that i’m next level i’m beast, the games loading
skrt skrt, we rollin’ and i’m tweaking and glowing
and i’m going off the deep end
tryna be productive on weekends
i’m always super tired but not trying to sleep in
i’m trying to eat, but on the real yo i’m tryin to sleep
i grind hard but i’m still a human being, i mean i’m just me
but some say the flow is gambino
with all these alter egos
homies nico and music get the confusion
but we know, i be fly like an eagle
and more fire than hot cheetos
i been boosting my elo by never using them cheat codes
i been seekin’ bonita chica who’s spicy like pico
even when i’m on eco i’ll never be desp-cito
my estilo’s tuxedo, even with no physique
i stay supreme until the day’s complete
but don’t ask me if i’m a j-panese athlete
imma go crash i’m actually fast asleep
mad fatigue gettin’ at a me
i’m so glad to be blessed, but gradually you’ll see that i’m gone

i just want some sleep
everybody gotta die

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