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Dash to the check no roadrunner

Rap to protect my forerunners

When the odds go dumb I go dumber

Bout to get it in for the whole summer

Keary go flow like no other,

Got em at the show like oh brother

Churning these beats they're so butter

Moving up quick from low numbers

And I did it all on my own too

Had to plug it in no Roku

When you make it they

Crawl out the wood works

Claiming that I owe you

They don't want beef, that's tofu

I'ma be sleek I'm posed to

Gotta go more than most do

That's when they try to ghost you

That's when they try to do the most

Pick up the pace cause we're moving coasts

If gas too high what you cruising for

I'm a nice guy but I gotta ruthless flow

Never gonna stop til I'm moving up

Stayed independent I knew what's up

Sorry bout my old self, used to do some stuff

That was stupid rough, but I'm trying my best

To get to the bucks, real MC shit I'ma shoot for dubs

Fuck it I might have to go for triple

Flow more stiff than a cold nipple

I won't write you no riddles

Do it for the cash, I go fiddle

I've been doing this since so little

Yo bars snap like peanut brittle

Mines durable like titanium

Doing groundwork in my cranium

So many spines I'm a librarian

Tired of open mics I want to try stadiums

Cut out for these high stakes

Not too sweet like wine grapes

Don't come at me sideways

Or you'll see Black on Friday

Dash to the check no roadrunner

Rap to protect my forerunners

When the odds go dumb I go dumber

Bout to get it in for the whole summer

Keary go flow like no other

Got em at the show like oh brother

Churning these beats they're so butter

Moving up quick from low numbers

And I did it all on my own too

Had to plug it in no Roku

When you benefit they

Crawl out the wood works

Claiming that I owe you

They don't want beef, that's tofu

I'ma be sleek I'm posed to

Gotta go more than most do

That's when they try to ghost you

Really doesn't help to be pessimistic

Long term goal is to invest in business

Always trying to get to that cheddar biscuit

Big brother kicking real metaphysics

Always shouting out to my up and comers

Going crazy all fucking Summer

Pumping bass too damn high yeah

The neighbors thought that I was a drummer

Still maintaining and I sound distinct

I got to etch a sketch it with no fountain ink

I told you I'ma change the game a missing link

I use to have no signal bars are now in sync

The neighbors thought that I was in a band

But now they know that I am just a crazy man

Grooving to another funky jam

You know I got to slam until I'm in demand