L8rry - Scrimmage

You been getting used to me
You been getting used to me
You been getting used to me
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone uh
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone uh
You hate the difference
You cant admit it
Pants are saber printed
They stuck up up in the gimmicks
Snuck up enough of the older image
I'm in it in it like fucking scrimmage yea
You aint cuffing them bitches
Stuffing blunts up until they weighing my fingers
Ain't lighting nothing up let come to the friction
I Let it come to the friction
I put the nary in diction
This is barely an issue
Put the pad to the pencil
Sent to labs i'm a stencil
Shit was so fucking hard had to wrap up my dentals
Like in and out. In and out what you saying?
Like i'm in your mouth
Fuck around i'm just playing
Yo no play around
Shit just lay it down then
Yea you For count
Call you Ms. Accountant
Say you gotta screw loose i got a nail bent
Its me you're getting used to i'm feeling vibrant
No i meant. To stay silent
Not hot. I'm cold B call me Bryant
Two shots the first a hit you try it
Who you got? I'm brother bear he lion
I am i am moody see
This is cruelty
Cruelty come home
Usually i'm gone but
Usually i'm gone but
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone uh
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone
Woah wait a minute
I'm in it in it
Like fucking scrimmage
A'int no innings
And A'int no limits
Call me silly
Come an see me
An fucking swing please
I'm undefeated
You did not mean it
A'int see the meaning
You looking feebish
I cant agree with
No shit you speaking
You off the deep end
It all just depends
If when you're sinking
Do you have regrets
You Overthink things?
Or plain out reject?
Unique or defect
Woah lets not speak that
If you come to my terms i could show you the world
My fingers on the globe hope to toss it and twirl
Arenas for my shows point to mosh pits for hurdles
No oh no you don't, why you calling on me?
Keep my jaw closed smoke go thru my teeth
All my motives come straight from motifs
This year Christmas eve
Presents when i do speak
Imma set the speed
Go over heads you lil dweebs
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone
You been getting used to me
I been on my own
But truthfully only few lucky is in my zone

Written by:
Larry 8

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