Cucumber!

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You are not fond of me
 It doesn't bother me
 Need a lobotomy
 I'm an anomaly
 I am a prodigy
 Bands in my sight like as far as my eye can see
 Everyone follows me
 Everyone bothers me
 You did not father me
 You are like my own seed
 I hit the bottom and now I'm on rocket league
 I cannot find a bitch who doesn't lie to me
 Your car is economy
 I met the bitch in a Reddit feed
 Me and my brothers connected like centipedes
 You try to cop my identity
 You are my enemy
 You are not head of me
 I get the credit see
 Chopping you down like weeds
 I am a dean
 Pull up in beam
 Sipping on lean
 Popping these beans
 Rolling this green
 I am a fiend
 Call it like it is bitch
 Don't beat around the bush
 This shit rare like a pound a kush
 Your songs are a sound to (shhhh)
 I'm rolling like a Bakugan
 And Daniel Son
 Like Necklace Don
 Get this cheese like parmesean
 Hoe said "this my favorite song"
 Soyke ain't bout it
 He's a dalit
 Sipping Henny by the gallon
 Snatch these hoes with all my talents
 Snatch these hoes like i got talons
 Wear my scars like neck medallions
 Room is crowded
 Need a valium
 I can't function with these people acting childish
 So I'm out it
 And I'll pull up in beams
 I be rolling this green
 Ain't been sober for weeks
 I am just an mc
 Got a knife and a piece
 I do not fall asleep
 Unless I got a strap sitting right next to me
 Everyone watch JJ murder this beat
 Rappers is sons and you all my seeds
 All of my choppers got heat
 Y'all rappers is sweet like some promethazine
 Aye
 Do not fuck with an original g
 I promise you that i won't let it be
 I promise you we will be on your street
 We got the choppers they aren't for the weeds
 I got the diamonds and sipping on bottles like future I'm fucking up commas
 You do not want any drama or ill blow up your house like Osama that's all on my ganja
 I do not bother
 With all this fake shit these Twitter fingers are basic
 I made it now I'm famous I made it out this gay bitch
 Bitch I am rolling I'm all in my zone and your bitch gave me face like it's poker
 I don't even know her
 She's talking bout making some plans
 But tomorrow I know it'll be over
 I'm minding my business
 I know all my limits
 Do not try to push it after I am finished
 I gotta go ditch it
 The check then I split it
 My brothers gon' eat I said that from beginning
 I'm a real ass cracker
 I do what I have to
 To get this to this matter
 The bag is secured now you fuckers will learn
 What I do whenever I can get even madder
 (Wooh)
 Damn
 I'm in the studio right now
 Oh shit I got another verse to spit
 I gotta finish this up quick
 Todd
 Love all my brothers
 My loyalty's covered
 My royalty's buffered
 I'm all on the gunna
 I am lover
 But I am a fighter
 I get gold like it's butter
 I eat rappers for supper
 Everyday pull up with straps
 Everyday toting these macs
 Everyday spitting these raps
 Gotta thank God for that
 Can't believe I'm still on this path
 

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Duration
02:41
Key
3
Tempo
156 BPM

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