Tyrone Briggs - Pedal To The Metal

So close to my success I can pull a pen out, blow up, in the matter of seconds, with no Grenade in my possession
Got Foot up on the table, greet me as a boss
2nd nature, just by breathing I can torch
Your rhyme schemes are Irene, what I mean is your rain on top will be weak when it Reach New York
In all Capps, with it, I'm it
Fall back, spitting all of that dumb rap ignorant...
Ya'll rap spitters are Chris
Crinkle of hit singles
I'm saying that the tale of your rap gift is a myth
It's murder on competitors
My lowest achievements is y'all level up
Coming for it all and etc
So ahead of my time, I'll be goneCV q, when y'all catching up

Pedal to the metal without crashing
Youngin work while y'all relaxing
Pedal to the metal without crashing
We just push it to the maxes
Pedal to the metal without crashing
Youngin work while y'all relaxing
Pedal to the metal without crashing
We just push it to the maxes

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Tyrone Briggs

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