Pilgrim marketing plan rebuttal, take 7
Bop bop bop bop bop
The faster the time slows
Bop bop bop bop bop
The faster that grip grows
It's nothing though
We bop hard nigga
Bop hard
Bop hard nigga its a must
To bop hard
Bop hard nigga
In the state we in
Bop hard
When theres cake to win
Bop hard nigga
Through the space I've been
Bop hard
Bop hard nigga
Where you coming from with that , show a purpose
Some colour, a joke, some hawk shit, a swerveness
You slide on slangs invented by the pimpish
Ride with the gangs but you won't never jugg shit
Funny style aintcha
Independent or major ain't a budget that can save you niggas
Your talent is to lust for the lime
But that bus ain't never on time
So look just fluff into the plush velvet choppers that's my
I give a fuck, I always spot a sucker
I grind right so every time I move, it's a climb
With my black constellation
Chocolate cadillac rock it and race it
Oh it's there (where?)
Right above the pocket that I stuff my cake in
This talent biz don't eat pork but cook bacon
Somalia, Sudan, asalaam aleykum
All the hitmongers caught a taste and had to bake 'em
I was baptised in the cheddar church
At us rappers raise they apparatuses, they never work
Heavy pain, megahertz, the persona non grata's in this palace built on sacred dirt
Peacock swatches of colour off my leathers burst
Rosé
Wristwatches whisper time in pleasured verse
I'm laughing cos you copped from Jamal
I fuck with Meez and Dougie, he will pop at you all
My styles told my ego we will not let you fall
I appreciate that 'specially when I watch all of y'all
So while you pay to play I make my way
The downest townest round this thing I'm which, it's safe to say
Oh yeah it's money on the take-away
I'm clowning, you can count this like bronny on a breakaway
Nigga, put your little cake away 'fore (Vash?) come around and show you that you fake today
Across badlands I stake my claim, the anti-lame
Just seeing us is peeping' game nigga
I got fame off my secret names, dis- then re-appeared with something on which to think again
Never sloppy so it pop off, you just a replica of a copy of a knockoff
Black biz, lost all your fizz and popped your top off
Answering to white boys, nigga, that is not boss
Hustle or muscle, struggle or bubble, another regal gunbeat to thug to
It's inviting me to run heat, I love to
We grounded so we hover just above you in our sound, kid
My shotgun keep it peeled for the cop cars
You takin' shit—not ours
Drop guard—never
Bop hard, though
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