Real Yoits - FLUTE LOOPS

Yeah
This beat got a flute loop
I eat rappers like they fruit loops
You don't know what you getting into
Bouta make a goal, wait no, too soon
Half of the industry ain't even in tune
Dropped two records like, boy who knew?
More records coming, you got no clue
Might stop when I do hit the double deuce
I'm all in what do I got to lose?
They say I'm a loser
Rapping I'ma lose it
I know when this album drops
They bouta be clueless
When I get the beat
My bars can be dummy stupid
So go ahead hate and be mad
You just ain't got the balls to do this
Do this
Do I really gotta prove it?
Prove it
I mean you're really just a nuisance
Nuisance
Okay here, I see my shot then I shoot it
Unlike you did
These MCs and their egos kinda rigid
Flow on the beat is crazy, gotta fidget
Never said I'd do this but I went and I did it
Place burnt down cause I had to go and spit it
Me and my bro are duplicates of Mordecai and Rigby
We get busted in a act, we like "oh did we"?
I don't make stupid choices I just like being risky
Why y'all think I'm tipsy?
This beat got a flute loop
I eat rappers like they fruit loops
You don't know what you getting into
Bouta make a goal, wait no, too soon
Half of the industry ain't even in tune
Dropped two records like, boy who knew?
More records coming, you got no clue
Might stop when I do hit the double deuce
I'm all in what do I got to lose?
I'm off the grid
I'm offing it
Music, I am lost in it
I'm positive
Got the flow I locked in
I'm boxed with it
So far, I'm in too deep now
No way I could be stopping this
I double the work
Learn from the worst
Rapping is a gift and a curse
I get what I earn
We all gettin' what we deserve
I don't care what you heard
You ain't even gotta be sure
I won't be shocked when the tables turn
I ain't here to argue on which of us is better
If you can't close it, your body will fold on a stretcher
I drop a lot of bodies but they mamas get condolence letters
Still talking? You ain't even got it together like -like
Wow
Wow
I mean you really must be proud, proud
You must really want the crown, crown
Same flow okay I think I'm done
You know what I'ma say now
This beat got a flute loop
I eat rappers like they fruit loops
You don't know what you getting into
Bouta make a goal, wait no, too soon
Half of the industry ain't even in tune
Dropped two records like, boy who knew?
More records coming, you got no clue
Might stop when I do hit the double deuce
I'm all in what do I got to lose?

Written by:
Immanuel Savchin

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