Hermitude - Hyper Paradise

It's the ambassador of rap's massacre
Preserved with my chest poked out
Like I just walked out of Attica, swerve
Homie, I ain't mad at ya, do what you do
Sick of them tight-ass jeans
But I don't want to bat at ya
Stay in my lane, me and fame, the antidote
An OG, dang, double visions of Earl Manigault
Not just a hot song
Not just a sick quote
Not just your local shit
Not just above dope, MO

Written by:
Allan Felder, Angus Stuart, Harley Streten, Luke Dubber, Norman Harris, Ronald Tyson

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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