Ant40oz. - Dianna

All your songs are clickbait
Yeah we see you pump fake
All y’all wanna be drake
We don’t need no more Blake’s
Told her I don’t like cake
She gave me her milkshake
Realities on 3rd shift
And my crew doesn’t do breaks
-Im’a a Bostonite
Scratch that I’m the boss tonight
Moving like the Gotham knight
Futures filled with dirty sprites
But I like my Russians white
Big Lebowski, Dolemite
Nigga you a poet like me
Use your words to fight
Fuck it
Where’s my bigger knife
Super
I’m on kryptonote
Told Her
Gimme space Alright
Introverted
Gemini
Live from the camper
Still filled with anger
I miss the rage
Wedding band middle finger
- I don’t mess with low life’s
Who blow life on dumb Sh**
Yeah I know you my type
but my type is dangerous
Of course I joined the dark side
Since old Ben can’t save us
Hope heaven likes neighbors
I earned my 40 acres
My league is for the majors

Written by:
ANTHONY FONSECA

Publisher:
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