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lirik lagu august graves - kayfabe

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[verse]
for those who thought the rappers were gone, don’t get too optimistic
done with asking nicely, i’m taking mine with no proposition
all y’all scared to jump in the ring, i’m down to cop a missus
where’s the competition? y’all looking sweet with my wonkavision
the trunk is locked, your goat’s in a box, i’m ‘bout to chop a digit
counting down which favorite’s the greatest, you’ll have some options missing
just a dominant in the game, known to adopt submissives
the plot’ll thicken when i’m down to leave your apostles frigid
seeing me’s like meeting the devil when you were not religious
they’re dropping disses, but in my presence, they toss the biscuit
i accost dismissives ~ that’s feds, criminals, cons, and critics
they’re not s~d~stic, just shallow graves and hospital visits
i’m not satisfied, send him high like the cost of living
butane on the stoves, i couldn’t give you the pot to p~ss in
if you don’t have the chops of the gods, get out apollo’s kitchen
in this game, i sharpen my knives. y’all keep a box of bisquick

[hook]
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re either deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re all deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie
[verse]
no philosopher, just a flashy n~gga with a way with words
cooped up, so i got my chicken up by filleting birds
tables turned, now i make a living off of creating worlds
my death date’s always a day deferred, thanks to strays that swerve
trajectory’s worse ~ i can’t believe what industry execs would take for a verse
if i believe the way our ogs lead, the game gon’ be cursed
i’m tryna squeeze a little cheese out of these ladies and nerds
now watch the gradients turn a bit muddy
the flows are for show, as for the prose, it gets muggy
i came for the race, this lane is full of crash dummies
we all want a taste, but no one wants to play bl~~dy
like you’re punched in the face, the ref is paid with dad’s money
shove off, lil’ buddy
you boys bombay, i take a toke while i study
y’all couldn’t touch me if the rap game was rugby
y’all rigbys ain’t regulars, your season ends ugly, trust me

[hook]
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re either deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re all deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie
[verse]
the funny thing: i don’t need the accolades
the people choose whatever gets views, the critics choose what’s safe
and all your favorite rappers today are playing kayfabe
but the kids can’t tell the difference between moissanite jewels and fake chains
i’ve seen my idols turn to insta live
and pull up tax receipts like they add up to rhymes
no one’s making music, it’s been gentrified
by people who see dollar signs and vapid lives
either i’m pariah or they’ve lost their mind
like n~ggas knows there ain’t no money in this
and beef has turned into a numbers game with gimmicks and sh~t
and social roles have only been upheld for the cl!cks
guess ambition for the crown’s just like dust in the wind
one of the last pens surviving, n0body out here writing
what’s the last album you’ve heard that’s been exciting?
guess i’ll take the title of the greatest of my generation
and if you feel a way about it, n~gga, take it

[hook]
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re either deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie
one, of these n~ggas finna get me
to, step out myself, but by the count of
three, they’re all deceased or running quickly
stepping up to me is no biggie


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