🎵
Chibi, count it
🎵
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Look at my eyes, look like I'm white
It is a check, look like I'm off the scene
Hope, happy, okay, look at the fly
Look like I'm alive, like in Vietnam
Look at the design, look at the design
The time is up, drop on the ice
Chibi, you're free
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The thing that I do is like a backpack
Put it on the wall that I wear
I leave it to the sky, I also leave it to the South
When I start rapping, my voice is getting louder
I agree that I want to be a fan
I have a feeling that I don't need to be a star
I grow up from a place where I don't know how to change
I talk to other people, I don't expect that I rap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the city with the mo
I'm a trippin' lowkey on the street with the clique
I'm a ridin' that road in the city with the mo
I'm a trippin' lowkey on the street with the clique
I'm a ridin' that road in the city with the mo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I need your crazy for my licence
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
With the mo
Really, with the mo
Really, with the mo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I need your crazy for my licence
I need your crazy for my licence
Yeah
Ooh
I'm the slave, if I can
No, I'm not
Like my necks, they don't eat mo
Ah, nah
I'm X2 the future
Kwadam above her
...
You ain't green, he's a drunker
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I see you in my manner
I'm just better than who cares
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I don't want to see you, I don't want to let you reach me
I see you so mean, I don't mean it, I don't mean it
She be counted
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