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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

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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