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I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it…

Light it up like a photon,
let a nigga get his coat on,
then I’m bout to turn the phone on -
it’s game over when the crew get together like Voltron,
we bout to hit them with the work, huh?
We bout to hit up Leavenworth, huh? Dog,
I’ll admit, I love stunting on niggas
that I used to climb with in the gym, - I’m the worst, boy

Nigga, why don’t you admit it -
you haven’t sent a route in like a minute…
but now you on Facebook,
talking bout quarantine gonna help you get the business,
I be sipping on a Guinness, putting records in the
Guinness, while you niggas getting wrecked on all the sixes,
don’t be jealous cause a black
man in the gym, running laps on you for his fitness,

I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it,
you too worried bout the pictures,
…everything you do on Snapchat,
and the ‘Gram, everybody is a witness,
I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it,
I’m ridiculous with pinches…
like I’m grabbing on my girl’s
ass cheek, and don’t worry - she consented…
she’ll admit it - she’ll admit it,
we be rolling swishers, doing sixes,
she got it packed it like a suitcase…
and we bout get to tripping,
take off like an airbase, in the
airwaves, said her momma and her daddy out of
their place, and she wanna get railed like a
staircase, I think I got a rare case…

I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it…
you got too many projects on the tick list,
I got one route, and it’s
my route, and nobody else can send it,
you admit it, you admit it,
your fingers ain’t fucking with the crimping
and just like every single other thing that
I climb, you can do it when I’m finished,
I’m bout to hit you with the facts, man:
you was crushing hard routes back when
Courtney Sanders still had Daniel Wood’s last name…
goddamn, that changed!

This ain’t a time to relax, man, it’s time for
acting, working out core, arm, leg,
back, man, and that’s the end of the rapping,
now I’m bout to get ghost like Pac-Man!

Niggas couldn’t make it up on this side,
I’m not new to this…
coming from the motherfucking Red, right?
I’m not new to this…
Came to Oregon from the midwest side,
I’m not new to this…
I’m not new…
I’m not new…

Niggas don’t know bout this, right? But we
gotta do the shit right, that’s on everything…
I’m really bout to put this work in,
then come back and do everything…
my only motivation is the
music that I’m playing right now…
and I don’t give a fuck about what anybody saying right now…

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from If You Didn't Send It's Too Late, released April 14, 2020
This song contains music, lyrics, and elements from "6 God" by Drake.

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