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Hello motherfuckers, it's me, the G
The sky's watching me, I gotta watch myself, I see the signs
We stay focused, so we shoot the clips
We make the tracks, we do the edits, we make the jeans
There are knees that drag, slaps that get lost
I got some pretentious tracks in my bag
There are knees that please but will need some help
I got a gap, I don’t want us to stray, to drift apart

Topics I’d bring to the table
Like why we play it cool
Why it’s been all about me for years, even centuries
What for, why
Oh damn, the freestyle’s broken

Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
Baby, climb in my ride with me
Way too expensive, it’s a rental
Don’t mess it up, it’s in the budget for the clip
It was either this or something secondhand
I don’t like the flashy stuff, I only got the one that lights up from Action
I’m in the vibe, not in the reaction
I need to think when you talk to me that way

That way, there’s no little freestyle
I go all in on this
My social meter’s hitting the ceiling
I gotta meditate first
J-Y-Q-U-H-A-I-R
If you want the future, you gotta break through
I do what’s wrong with a wall-pass
Jump press, jump deep, fall and then break through

I come in underestimated like endometriosis or like the denial of those men who ignore it
I come in reassured, only life calms down because I’ve got the flair for these vile profiles
Everything’s becoming dystopian, good families are turning into distros
I’m wary of people who say they’re too chill
Some heads blow up faster than they grow

I got all the keys but I’m flying under the radar
I feel like I’m everywhere
Because every day I got faces covering me, suffocating me, confusing me
I do this rap when I move
I expose all the planets I’ve stored in my head
I need a real range that can’t be acquired, can’t be bought
Sometimes I go all out in the party
Sometimes I lose it

When I move, I expose all the planets I’ve stored in my head
I need a real range that can’t be acquired, can’t be bought
Sometimes I go all out in the party
Sometimes I lose it