Drop a $50M Bag

Right on the Mob

Had to cut a lot of sorry fucking losers off

Snatched my power back, dribbling through every loss

Even if I’m saying that my backs against the wall

I got weights going up, standing tall

shoulder press, 1 am, leave your mind dead & gone

choosing clubs over success, clearly slumpthin wrong

I could hit a fatal through your vest with a ball

Seen your ass cry more than once, man you small

Bout to have a mic shipped right to my lawn

Remind the city where you really really really from

Champaign Papí, you’ll never be my dog

Put you on a couch and in the stu with the top

All I heard about was BO from your arm

Should’ve heard my sister clowning you from afar

Had my boss rip your stupid hat from my brain

Laid a loogie in that waste, threw it out, with the chain

for the bums in your lane, where you stayed in section.8

you called the party off, now I champagne celebrate

Leave a 7.62 by the bed just in case

Wish you really would pull that thing from your waist

Run up in the house, like you claim from the stage

I got all your crimes written down in my brain, don’t need thumbs

I could index point the opps to your brother on the run

Send a Hearst to your moms

And your dads - where your name really from

you carry that like a joke, you should be named Laughter,

I could dime dam dash right past ya

Switch a flow with no beat and maintain, Laughter.

Don’t even gotta mention your name weigh a ton

It’s why you can’t keep even one in the sun, gave you stock cover arts

Just for fun

Last time I gave you any a .10𝇍 shun

Was back when you asked for a meal and $50 dollars for a week, HUH

Can’t fucking take advice over salad cuz you’re a man you claim

so you’re stuck in the bag chase, focused on cream instead of bags, say

“I’m eating” yeah, in the motherfucking rat race

moldy pieces of cheese finding that plate

I could write eyes closed, always better, never headin’ that a-way

Know you lick holes of waste like a beggar, boy that’s ass play

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So next time you think I don’t have plenty of gas tank

Remember - You won’t even find this till your last daze

If I ever made a cent off of you, that was not enough worth a damn stay

Couldn’t even manage to throw me a dime, so continue mad claims

Needs to be a paying position for you to set those records straight

Got pussy pissed from the deals I had going on during your white face

The streets wouldn’t live down those pics - now go eat the ass you play.

and Keep your life from the cell, for Tom’s sake

(sorry this is a quick ~2AM writing that I felt I could put on display - since local market rappers I managed think they’ll ever make it out of their stupid ass ways)

Happy Saturday - Love y’all - 🤤 🫳🏽🎤

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