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[verse 1: missing texture]
i’m hot off the press, man this sh-t be really bogus
may have popped a couple pills making it hard to focus
man what you wantin’ from me?
what you what you wantin’ from me?
i can tell you f-cking know me by the way that you be lookin’ at me
b-tches think it’s real funny when i slip and fall apart
but explain to me how i’m always somehow inside their hearts
thoughts and prayers, prayers and thoughts, this the type of sh-t only uttered by thots
i be f-ckin’ with you all on a higher degree
riding this beat with the homie codeine

[verse 2: lil codeine]
drip from my hand because it left from her panties
i slip on my ice you can’t stand me
i’m handing out l’s like this sh-t is some candy (f-ck!)
all these b-tches count me out- hold up (aye!)
let me bust this confetti i grip on this bootie it’s soft like a teddy
i’m all about the money
deep in her guts but i bust on her belly you shook when i speak make a weak b-tch-
nervous i k!ll every beat like i’m persian persuasion with words precise like a surgeon, b-tch
pull up to the crib pull out the 40, bang bang
hop in we doing 40, got this b-tch in the back being fruity
this ain’t no call of duty, b-tch come on, i gotta get this gucci

[verse 3: missing texture]
never did i ever say i want a f-cking record breaker
never did i ever play like i was someone good to root for
broke a lot of people so now i just break myself
keep some photos in my dash to remember how it felt
motherf-cker wanna play for the d-mn home plate
better watch your back because you invertebrate
f-ck with no one it’s like you live as an isolate
minus seven little b-tch why you tryna compensate, yuh
my best friend’s sister or my sister’s best friend
restricting situations made it hard on both of them
i wouldn’t break the code and they would always play their games
by the end of my second trial i thought i was f-cking insane
i had a hole in my heart i had to drown my past in z’s
had to move the f-ck along and quit dragging my feet behind me
what i did does not concern you it’s under my lock and key
as long as all that mental sh-t stays buried i’ll remain free (sh-t)
yeah f-ck that b-tch and f-ck this sh-t
never did i ever wanna rap like this
i’m a h-lla nice guy underneath all this
like eight f-cking people threaten me with a diss
for breakfast we have toast and for dinner we have roast
b-tch boys think i’m frontin’ but i really do the most
been workin on this song since summer ’18
took me so long cause i take on everything
post malone coulda sang on this
and 21 coulda made a billboard hit
the boy denzel could’ve broke on this
man breezy coulda sang and danced to this
and drizzy coulda p-ssed out bands to this
even vince and the crew would’ve brought up sh-t
but no one talk about how mt spit
they sleep on the kid swimming up down styx

[verse 4: lil codeine and missing texture]
i know that i’m the illest, i’m filthy really i’m sicker than even sick is
i spit the realest, my recipe isn’t a secret
i’m not a gorilla (what?)
if anything i’m more like an elephant (oh)
if anything i’m not the villain you paint me out to be (nah)
i’m not selling myself short if nothing else
listen my message is encrypted (nah)
it isn’t rocket science, it doesn’t require college (nah)
however you will need at least 3 degrees out of 34 for it to make any sense or you will not comprehend it one bit
one bit one bit, to 11 homie sh-t
what the f-ck you on about when i rap my devil sh-t?
you like “how is levi gonna whine?” “oh my god he’s gonna cry!”
talk to me when you can walk in turnin’ water into wine
whine whine like a baby
crying like a baby b-tch
we took your f-cking girl and we tapping on her don’t snitch
b-tch you still broke you just signed the wrong deal aye
you just took the wrong pill, b-tch i press the b-tton and it starts up
yo b-tch ugly my b-tch iced out, copped a lambo it’s a truck
just copped a richard but it’s worth a millie
a millie, a millie, worth a millie b-tch
stealing from the con i’m the pop culture grinch
yeah me and codeine had to pop off b-tch
we’re strollin’ zone 6 and we hangin with the crips
took a whole -ss year to finally finish this sh-t
looking back now i’m glad we waited i admit
but lil codeine ran it up on this
and now you motherf-ckers heard mt spit

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