ISSBROKIE - 9/9

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[Intro] The fact that I can even rap on this beat is a fuckin' flex [Verse 1] Rainy day outside Feel like Drake, look alive Bitch you can’t, won't survive In the paint Bitch I been a saint Fuck it, christ Look away or in my eyes Is you fake or you gon' ride? Bitch I’m lookin' great! And you a 5 I remember 8th Rappin' lil vibe, boi You gon' fuckin' die boy! Sike! I just wanna rap about like something new I don't wanna do Like the others do I don't wanna do Like my brothers do I don't wanna do What my mother do 9 to 5 ain’t for me This my life not the streets Wait- what if I die? Would y’all remember me? Nine divide nine Thats what Imma be! NUMBER 1 MOTHERFUCKA! [Verse 2] Lately I been stressed I ain't been the best Mind has been a mess Not sayin’ I ain't blessed Got lack of motivation Too much irritation All my homies stayin' Getting allegations I don't know who to side with Both are suicide It’s cuttin' circulation Nation fallin' I been stationed ballin' Now Satans callin' Imma make a mark and Imma make the music Bitch I'm fluent in the shit talk Not saying I ain't blessed But I been depressed Writers block been hittin' hard now Fuck trust I won't let my guard down Wrist redder than the queen's guard now I just smoked an eighth I'm seein' stars now I don't gotta rap about a car now I got on group B and I barred out Fuck the destination I got motivation Imma flood the nation Now I'm sittin' waitin' I'm just being patient This a fuckin' murder This assassination bitch! I'm behind in class I don't got a lot of projects turned in Fuck the destination Imma sit and wait and Make music while I let the world spin Yughhh!
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