[Phonecall]

[Verse 1]
I blow your mind like cocaine, nah
I blow your mind like Cobain
Rest in Peace
Suck a MC's deceased
Rise on the East I'm the sun bringing heat for sure
I've been making tracks on the low
Waiting for my time to shine and then blow like Johnny, Depp
Increase tha rep
Like a benchpress set homie yes I get it red
Paid my dues but I'm still in debt
Cause I have no credibility in the game yet
Gotta apply, [bad word] a background check
But I bounce
Cause I ain't done [bad word] yet
Right now, that's what I'm trying to do
Stay spitting rhymes whenever I walk through
Call me the Grinch, homie I don't give a hoo
Any MC yes I gotta kill you
But don't take it personnal it's buisness fool
Do [?] to just be cool
And nowadays everybody sound the same
But the Price is Right, but I don't play that game
Won't never stop 'till they all know my name
Gotta grind to the top rid [?] with the fame
Homie if I kill you accept that you're gone
This ain't Call of Duty you can't respawn
Had your girl down talking on jive
'Till I hit you with the MP5
Suppresion, I really hope y'all learned your lesson
And never forget that I'm the unsung freshman

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