txxmyboy - trends lyrics
(txxmyboy)
look, i got
fake motherf-ckers who hop on the trend
when it die out, name is what they defend
album comes out when i feel like it’s time
lyrical g*nius i fabricate rhymes
f-cking the track up should count as a crime
don’t be disturbing if y’all wanna whine
i’m like the sun, i be bright cause i shine
b-tch you be tripping, stop drinking the wine
bunch of motherf-ckers tryna bring up the past now
look at my clout, that sh-t gonna be maxed out
spit like a rifle, i’m putting the mags down
2 minute track, in the bed what you last, wow
uh
olive oil extra virgin
causing mayhem, putting out a diversion
rap god, make it my own, a conversion
making me stop, but that sh-t is coercion
hook:
meenie, miney, i’ve been going, off
asian rapper, got the f-cking, sauce
not the best, i’m always working, up
i’ve been getting, and i’m going, top
you be salty cause you took the, loss
now the haters gone be calling me
i’ve been loyal with my honesty
i don’t flex, but got no modesty
i don’t flex but got no modesty
all these labels i say namaste
in the rap game, you know imma stay
slow and steady gonna win the race
calming down, i’m gonna meditate
angry f-ckers always take the bait
all you garbage, i’m not gonna rate
separation, the united states
always gotta talk, but you never doing sh-t tho
calling on my phone, you be guided like a missile
i don’t wanna talk, you transparent like crystal
triggered as f-ck, then go talk to the wrist hoe
(sakif)
all these, fake mothaf-ckas they hop on the trend
dollars on dollars, yeah, that sh-t they spend
tommy and sakif, we on the ascend
all these fake rappers, they hit a dead end, uh
pockets khaled, big, big, uh
vvs, on wrist
mumble mumble, whack sh-t
rap game we rigged
we the ones, only ones, runnin’ this sh-t, like
we the best, no less, make you f-ckin’ quit
pull up like rambo, shots don’t miss
straight out the cut, b-tch, straight out the slit
slaying this beat it might need a st-tch
feel like jaden, i’m a misfit, like
18, with a dream
yeah, you know i spit clean
b-tch i pull with the mic
fall in love with billie jean
yeah there’s music in my genes
put myself on the scene
on the rise motherf-cker
like i’m made outta yeast
b-tch, i work hard, business be, boomin’ like i’m metro
can’t afford designer, but i’m always rockin’ retro
flowin’ on you f-ckers, yeah, i left the beat cutthroat, uh
brown boy, straight from the east, end
st. mich, don’t play, pull up, make your shorty bend
that’s yo’ girl?… she’s my best friend
gang up, next, all this sh-t, was god’s plan, yuh
asian b-tch, lookin’ hentai
yea the ting, call me senpai
dagger, stab her, like a samurai
yeah, my katana, she ride ride
i ain’t gone’ switch, for no hoe
get the bag, by myself
don’t need no help, no, no
only do it for my bros
only for the 4
only k!ll my foes right now
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