Rapper Fillet

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Today's special entrée is RAPPER FILLET

Looking for some season? You been charred both ways

Not always won but I hit it in two takes

High stakes, ride on this stage

Made music for a minute, turned me into a perfectionist

Thought it would have me break a sweat but this effortless

Tried to fly like a bird but I'm featherless

Got too much to learn, had me wanna stop and quit

But I stuck with it, now look at the fruits

Look how they grew, man, look at the juice

If only you knew the dedication that this took

Failing more than Succession, have you reevaluating your steps

Were they mistook?

Lent a lot of feelings to the crannies and nooks

Gotta make this style catchy like I'm making a hook

Making 'em look, man, I'm making 'em shook

And if I'm being honest, man, I need to make a profit from this

I'm sick of being trapped in that financial abyss

That's the type of bull that you can't separate from the shit

Making music getting easy like the flick of a Bic

You ain't even listen like an obvious bitch

Devil jot the plans with an ominous list

While they count cash in Bahamas, you get the jist

I'm feeling Barash like Repo Man

Making my way down south like the Rio Grande

Bro spelled it out, I-M-A-C-O-N

It's more than a genre, you heard what the RICO said

Let my people in, who need brake pads?

Changin' my feelings, you see, I'm a Drake fan

And why your penmanship flat like a fake laugh?

Never gonna get my genuine, don't mistake that

You say 9, I say 5, she a hard worker

Feeling the rise in my lines like a scarred surface

Shielding your eyes, trust, blindness a dark burden

Feast on the piece, filibust 'cause the vibe hurting

Cuff like Tom Ford, afford it if you can

And you know how we chopping, it be spinning when it land

Flow OxyContin, takes a minute 'til you blasted

And she my little plaything, I fidget spin her ass

Crunched a couple numbers, ain't a digit get a pass

Watch 'em tumble like it's lumber, gotta feed 'em when they ask

Peeking in the flask, looking for the last drop

Saw what you had, now we know why you masked up

Always last up, on deck, in the hole

All my bastards are strapped, ain't fitting molds

Who would know we'd go from slander to folk tales?

But Soupy been splitting atoms like Nobel

(No sales, fuck you)