

Prompt / Lyrics
It ain't just money no moreeven my bitches got me tripping. rattling my cage while my chakra shifting. yet I'm recharging while I'm lifting. off to new Heights still getting. High, I may just over medicate. with how much time I have to dedicate . To learn how to levitate. Check the way i delegate see it'sspaceships stars. bad bitches and cars. hitting them hole in ones stay under-par. plus lean sipping from a jar. And like gotti said you know the trap go hard. (The trap goes hard) now back to the lesson. there's no more second-guessing. a bad bitch for real probably a blessing. read the signs big boy there's no regretting or forgetting . fucking spirit resurrecting, dissectin. traveling dimension sleepwalk, astral projections. but lately only it's like drugs have my back . pressure reserves half . relying on the sack. not just for product but the doubled money back. (Get it) quick to overreact. opposites they say attract. I'm not dumb though so I sit back. watching and laugh. thinking they're playing me if they only knew that half. it's far from over bitch, it's a match. Im like Federer I'm gonna last. Even longer off a blast. Oh so easy to detach. I cut off the loose ends set them free. adios sa la vie. This is how it has to be. so I let him know. that I let them go. out the picture like a pro. with loss will come some growth. we already know. it's death before the designed bloodlines we promote. I mean really isn't it funny how the top rocks down low while it pops out and takes the show no wait a minute baby I think that it takes a ho. Swinging down to a dosey dough. I could see the things I think you don't see. (Like what) shifts in the energy. Bish i think you better be. Trying to get ahead of me. Caise if i carch you ill catch a felony. Because I matter to no one else except me. go ahead bitch type it off do you wanna show your tits and pop the top but if you're a woman on my bitch you better knock it off Snapchat's been snitching on that ass but fuck that's how I feel shit that's how I deal we have this motherfucking stupid shit is how I feel sneaky fucking Linkin shit you wanna get killed drop the fucking air send the note man a message get you spilled. but see I got the dope. so I guess now I'm the goat. And ain't no need to brag and there ain't no need to boast and it ain't my fucking fault that your bitch don't give me throat hate promote trading it for the dope shit I should probably kill you on the spot take everything you got on cross and pull them up stay a slut I don't really give a fuck around to get your neck cut wait just a second leave a message at the beep I checked out you left a trace plane to see. big mistake RIP. karma kills that's just me .it's might be your destiny. oh my God I think I'm putting you to sleep. Beep beep horn call momma im done warning yall. Spin you like a basketball. Think it is a tall. Im guarenteed i get em all. Puah the button make a call. Aint no need to stall. Spray em to the window in da wall
Tags
Caucasian male voice rapping. 90's style, rap, steady tempo with build ups
2:51
No
1/14/2026