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young rose - ebayu lyrics

[verse 1: young rose]
i′m feel like flash mcqueen
pick up the pace man i’m a rap machine
it′s hands up when i’m on the scene
i got a monster in my body and he itching to scream
and terrorize the rap scene like a sub+machine gun
quick son
the rapper who makes n+ggas take quick runs
ain’t talking street cred cuz my n+gga i got none
i really recommend the lifestyle with the big funds
i′m tryna give my kids the easy life in the big sun
i′m knighted by the finest in my city now you see why i ain’t senile got the talent that could make the greatest p+ss on they self
ain′t no reason why this album can’t be put on the shelf
next to the graduation albums kanye made by himself
man i′m the next one
ain’t no competition with me i′m the best son
you could think that you’re superior that’s your right i will not step on ya toes
i like to let these n+gga dream that they could ever be rose, ha!

[verse 2: kris the $pirit]
i spit it like devil or omen
i met him before he′ll give your the world in your closed fist
but god is involved
my body is possessed
they want me to ball
the reason i′m so blessed they want me to fall
i keep leading with those steps i’m a start a cult
we the unruly ones, ain′t n0body fault
truly, my spirit shooting through catapults
we don’t abide by your faulty binds and your crazy talk
you want me lined i′m tryna buy the land that your trained me on
to be slave with your little wages can’t pay the bond
don′t say i’m satan i’m out the matrix i′m way beyond
still i′m spitting verses cause jesus did it that baby born
from the virgin mary my spirit gliding through rainy storms
i scr+ped the plate with the little portion to polo horses
in a zone with the greatest rapper you n+ggas worship
i found the source it’s a child′s pain when you can’t afford it
everything that your mommy need my father divorces
or fatherless
it made her cold so i′m prolly an orphan
i pull the root from origin so give me the orchid
gimme flowers i want the garden
i want the orchard
i start recording go outer body i’m out of orbit
they dropping bodies
they want bugatti′s don’t got a mortgage
making babies make baby mammas n0body wants em
the systems failed
every n+gga k!lled
somebody profits
i tipped the scale they won’t see me fail
my vision clear
i pin the tale on a bad b+tch, no bbl
just a major donkey
i’m donkey kong when she impaled
bb belts couldn′t hold trousers round her
won′t kiss and tell
don’t press your luck
my lil′ cousin coming was sent to k!ll
he spared the body, still strip a n+gga like
chippendale
she set you up then i wet her up with the
genital, bend it there
all in a b+tch mouth like dental care
i pop sh+t
this biggie and pac sh+t
your b+tches is toxic
your videos not sick
you’re never the top 10
you copying all trends
i′m probably a god send
not usher don’t watch him

- young rose lyrics

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