When you get to where I’m at,
you ain’t gotta remind them who the fuck you is,
only black setter on the Oregon map,
so y’all know exactly when the trouble hits,
I ain’t here to play games - you here to
maintain, I’m here to train for the “Hate” and to
slay eights, and all my motherfucking homies do the
same thing, I’ll tell you what - life ain’t changed!
Way more throw-to-pinch than throw-to-crimp,
so intense, goals fixed, always on my
Game of Thrones shit, go Imp, imitate
those pimps that go flow sick on those grips,
used to dream one day, it would appear,
now I’m seeing strength when I’m staring in the mirror,
looking at myself like “there it is there,”
like, “there it is there, man!”
Y’all just jealous, understand?
Goddamn, I be feeling like the man like Amanda
or Jimmy Webb with a crimp in his hand,
don’t wanna see me pull back and handle it!
Bring her the bedroom, okay - to the van,
but still the shit is candlelit, and I got a
brand new fan to cool while we glamp in the ranch
at Horshoe Canyon, with Dan in it!

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I ain’t social distanced in a little while -
it’s gon’ take some getting used to…
been a minute since I projected a V5 -
that’s gon’ take some getting used to…
climbing up the ladder to the V9’s
do them till it’s what I’m used to,
and I’ve noticed since the numbers steady getting high,
they don’t love me like they used to, man…

When you get to where I’m at,
contact strength the only thing you need,
so while you niggas hang on the campus boards,
I got V7 solely on technique,
let it simmer - the facts ain’t gonna differ,
I’m symphonic, rap game Hans Zimmer
on gin and tonic; did all it while reading up on
hydroponics, I’m that great - y’all bitter?
Y’all’s rap’s only sorta fly,
shows regular as Rigby & Mordecai,
I got the rap stronghold fortified,
come at me, I commit a lyrical homicide,
you got friends, but, they can’t hang, at the
crag, shooting off at an AK’s pace, yeah, I
ate, no thanks, but between us I been living
off tuna and Wheat Thins eight days straight - I hit a
wall - need a beer and a vacay - great, I got a
flapper, hand me that tape, I need to be that
patient - wanna see that 8…”Pretty Hate Ma-
chine” is gonna hate my face, I can’t wait, man…
Oh, no…we got another climber
out here claiming that he stronger than the D-Dab…
but oh, dog, every time he pull a pocket,
hear a pop and headed straight for the rehab!

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