RACECAR

Aye, aye, aye, aye ham Sandwich

I'm bout my green, Mario
I'm lifting weights, cardio
These niggas squares, Cheerios
I keep it real, Mysterio
Get head in the basement, rooftop
You get sloppy seconds, loot box
I'm putting my songs in the jukebox
If that pussy stank then I juke box
Take all my photos at K-Mart
Got 50 IQ so I stay smart
Hit from the front, racecar
Then I hit from the back, racecar
Ham Sandwich raw, fuck a condiment
I'm not a sub cause I'm dominant
I see the snakes with the essence of fakes
Talking shit from atop of my obelisk
My shit is so clean that it ain't shit
My money so new that it's ancient
My yard is a sovereign nation
I keep my heart closed, but it's vacant
I get my bars from RhymeZone
These niggas chicken, dino
Shell to his back, Dry Bones
Bought your bitch flowers, pine cones
Nigga, I'm balling, strike zone
I tried to eat my iPhone
I do not work but I ain't broke
At Disneyland but I ain't stoked
I'm getting pussy on LinkedIn
Covered in stones so I'm sinking
Fuck with me wrong and I'm sending my dogs
Now you got a boy band at your door
Let that sink in
Life is a push door, I tried to pull it
Scope on my blade and I sharpen my bullets
I'm going bald so I got me a mullet
I'm going deaf cause I listen to metal
Ice on my wrist like I'm getting deported
Keep it domestic, you know it's imported
My mama paid cause I couldn't afford it
She prolly wishes she got an abortion
You not a homie, you won't get a portion
Aye, whoa
Pay me for anything and it's extortion
Wow, aye
My house a pharmacy, didn't go to med school
Chopper wouldn't fly
So I gave it some Red Bull
Fed it my enemies until the Tech full
Four years late, but the flex on schedule

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