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Yeah Yeah, yeah Let my synths do the talking and just sit back Yeah, I don't talk a lot Niggas love to label I'm a poet spitting monologue Genres? Yeah I've got them all I catch them like it's Pokemon (Aye, aye) Wait I'm getting nauseous, yeah I called it, this beat is Adderall Drowning in that ocelot I'm playing, not an awful lot I get the fame, I hear my name, like, only when I'm dozing off And I'm 'bout to blast like a shotgun, had to saw it off Old heads, had to chop them off P.Y.? He got so evolved Listen, got my vision, I'll be livid if I miss it, ho P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know? My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough Artists and we making dough Where's the ceiling? I don't know My new deal green like AOC wrote it I'm in your top ten, man you don't even know it (Ok, hold up) L-E-A-D P-Y, see I'm off like a jet, same lane like a Boeing Treat me the same way that they did COVID Mandate lockdown when I'm in motion Lockdown when I'm down deep in emotion Make beats, no sleep, there go my slogan Mans had to get it, he had to go in man He took out the trash, no relapse, got no limit I looked at my fathers and followed their mimic I'm winning just spitting off the sampled snippet Oh, who is he kidding? Writes raps in the kitchen Think he'll just blow up like the Ramen, like instant Looked at my fathers and followed their mimic I'm winning just spitting off the sampled snippet I'm Paving my own roads? I be switching into lanes, aye Spreading all my talent like a knife with marmalade, wait Y'all be playing games, go decay in an arcade, aye Beat so dirty, 808s darker than my own shade, aye (Hold up, aye, yuh) Oh, I'm handsome Overdosed ego, breaking bad like Cranston Murdered the beat, oh I see it turned into a phantom The way I make this green think I'ma need a lantern Making green like Lantern, yuh I pull up and amaze When I spit I let it rain Yeah, I go against the grain Use talents to entertain Use talents when I'm on stage Boy be sicker than a plague Way I spit this heat, they call me Zuko when I flame (Let's go) Listen, got my vision, I'll be livid if I miss it, ho P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know? (Oh my god) My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough Artists and we making dough Where's the ceiling? I don't know Now they wanna call a truce Label heads introduce S&P LTD, label mates on the move The gang tighter than a noose We got the sauce, got the juice Yeah they all in pursuit Got them up from they snooze Now that I'm on, they wanna sign me up, psych you thought You wanna play chess with me? It's on Way smarter than that, I'm not your pawn Smarter than that, I'm not a blonde Flow so clean, Bed Bath Beyond Still blowing up, atomic bomb Everything off the top, salon, flow Freon When you step up tread lightly 'cause I'll run a fade on sight Swear these cats a different font 'cause I swear they not my type And the only gang I mess with is myself and then my tribe Innovate and elevate? Oh yeah I think I might (Run it) Listen, got my vision, I'll be livid if I miss it, hoe P.Y. you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know? My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough Artists and we making dough Where's the ceiling? I don't know Listen, got my vision, I'll be livid if I miss it, hoe P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know? My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough Artists and we making dough Where's the ceiling? I don't know