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Munashe Furusa
Munashe Furusa
Songwriter
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Scarim
Scarim
Producer

Lyrics

Ain't no complaining Cause y'all be knowing I'm nice, You talking bout price, like bro just name it Flow so ill, finna get you zombies biting, so contagious You know I do what I please, this feel like a dream, I feel so faded, don't wanna change it, it feels so crazy When I get to the top, I'ma hit my mom and say I made it Tired of hearing, "Please don't forget about me when you get famous" When I knew they were only hanging with me for entertainment I feel so jaded Ima be back in a minute Homie you know I'm exploring the deep, I'm like Cap'n jack when I'm in it I make it do what it do, you know when it's June I'ma get the key to my city I'm the best in the business, I'm letting you sorry ahh killers just rack up the pity When I'm on the track, I make it bang bang, Would've thought I was Chiddy Hop on this gas stove with these fast flows, I'm twinning with JIDDY I turn a dime right into a quarter, Manifest it into fifty I'm taking more bars to the grave than a coroner, You would've thought I was kidding Oh really? 'ight then Speed it up like I don't got a license What I do with my winnings, man listen, I just bought a new television from Hisense I been studying rap like a science Shooting for the stars like a trident I'm grabbing the gold like I'm Midas I'm trimming the bars that I'm skimming so skinny, Would've thought that I'm on a diet Ain't no complaining Cause y'all be knowing I'm nice, You talking bout price, like bro just name it Flow so ill, finna get you zombies biting, so contagious You know I do what I please, this feel like a dream, I feel so faded, don't wanna change it, it feels so crazy When I get to the top, I'ma hit my mom and say I made it Tired of hearing, "Please don't forget about me when you get famous" When I knew they were only hanging with me for entertainment I feel so jaded I'm getting my records sold up More cash than rappers before us Wanna be in my lane? Steady bowl up Just kidding, you can't meet the quota See, I won't be surprised if I blow up It's been a minute since I showed up "Where's the album?" I don't know bruh Been working on it since October Better shut up before I roll up On you crummy bummys with the low chucks With your skinny jeans and your shirt tucked Who be so mad cause your flow sucks I come in, jacket sewed up Ceiling nonexistent, can't hold us Now keep quiet bruh, don't fuss I'll come through with the heat tucked When I say heat, I don't mean guns I really ain't living that life I'm dealing with all my assignments at school And then I get home and I write I got this cute other half of me She keep me up through the night And I was just thinking, if I ever had the chance I would just make her my wife A little forward, bruh I know But I only see her when my eyes close And I love seeing her from behind tho Just jokes, made you laugh but I don't cap tho Some homies trapping out the bando' But I don't partake in it I got a bunch a homies who mess around and get the gat And they get your bully lit But these rappers throwing hands, catching fades They acting ludicrous You gon' play my songs on the radio Make your girl ask, "Man, who is this?" Born and bred in Los Angeles You know you can't handle this A lot of friends be counterfeit Steady praying on my downfall, but they know Ain't no complaining Cause y'all be knowing I'm nice, You talking bout price, like bro just name it Flow so ill, finna get you zombies biting, so contagious You know I do what I please, this feel like a dream, I feel so faded, don't wanna change it, it feels so crazy When I get to the top, I'ma hit my mom and say I made it Tired of hearing, "Please don't forget about me when you get famous" When I knew they were only hanging with me for entertainment I feel so jaded
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