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Hermes from Helena Gotta talk on my name cause I know it ain't vetted up Gotta check on the toilet to peep my competitor Way I shit on these niggas I hit like an enema Nah don't speak on my peers cause this here is a fadeaway I just studied the game now I do what the data say Ain't got time to be chasing a hoe on the day to day Throw that box to the side like I got it on lay-a-way (Mmmmh) This for the niggas that act like they got it together But really they ain't gotta grip This for the dreamers who told err' body already You blowing up making it big Know you been working for years you been hurting for years But it seemed like you shot and you missed People inquire on dreams that you share to inspire But now they all thinking you quit Bitch I've been rapping to my damn reflection so long That the fan in stand is a prick That boy a hater they listen They tell me I'm gifted But he only tell me I'm shit I just done got me a letter from SNAP How I'm rejected I'm broke as bitch This for the niggas who look for solutions Then look in the mirror and see what it is Get to finessin' the blessing The stress is suspended The blicky it hang out the whip I made a promise to wifey She do me so icey For plottin' and choppin' the brick I made switch up to work at desk like a bitch Gotta leave it behind to get rich Get to finessin' the blessing The stress is suspended Each time that I'm using my gift Spend my days rapping the things I predict It's either that or it's fun with my bitch I know these hoes wanna fuck on my bitch Peepin' the swag that I cop at the thrift Shout out to od how I make this whole 90s facade Look as fresh as a fit from the Phipps Life got away of just shoving this shit down ya throat But I bite for my dawg like a pit I won't surrender this time Imma make it real Wake up and get on my grind For a better deal Speak on my goals all the time Like a baby grill Trust in my work in due time I can pay a bill Shooting the shot of my life It's a fadeaway I'll do the numbers in time What the data say? Lil treesh I ain't got the time On the day to day Throwing that box to the side Like it's lay-a-way I don't believe my own eyes Bitch I'm still breathing it's to my surprise Water to my neck but I'm still alive Although I feel like I'm drowning inside Hold up holy moly it's a long time since I dropped Move into the studio my jammies and my socks I want holy motors like a Rari' Testa Rossa So when coppers pull me over I can race off like I'm Larson at Daytona Every time I drop a track I know I'm getting closer I won't know when I'm on top cause I ain't got no ceiling Had to learn that perfect ain't a fact it's just a feeling But damn it do sound perfect to be counting up a million But damn it do sound perfect keeping bros up out of prison But right now shit is perfect cause the lights on in the kitchen But bitch I'm from the island need money long no question Going home it's where I fit in Hermes from Helena