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trendsetter 2 - aystar lyrics

part i

[verse]
i’ve been falling out of love with the music
but n*ggas are screaming ’’you can’t stop’’
you got the best flow in the rap game, you mad
talking ’bout you wanna stop, you better get back on your job
this is aystar we’re talking about, you’re pure ill
flows the way you put them together, it’s pure sk!ll
i’ve seen you in the ‘pool just smoking the old bill
i told ’em look we don’t stop for no plod, you know the drill
chases come on yeah, chases get smoked
i’ll be driving all erratic on the wrong side of the road
i be in and out of traffic, black and green graphics
obviously i’m flying past on crossers like i’m catholic
ishi’s on his back wheel active, moving dramatic
wheelied off a lodge, he made the sh*t look like practice
all man are stood there like ‘’yeah that was sick that, i can do that”
nah you can’t, you’ll do a backflip
i’m tryna make my money pile, i’m on some stack sh*t
all you man are on some smoking crack sh*t
bunnin’ all your dough up in the rave on some daft chick
i’m tryna buy a rachet and make a n*gga turn to rat sh*t
watch ’em flap it when i back it, c*ck it back and double tap it
disperse two sh*lls and put it back in bags and wrap it
when it’s time to bang i never flap it
ask the boys, i’m on some broad day back it out, grab and slap it
and you don’t want that action there, so take a back seat
throw him in the back seat with the meter like a taxi
look if it’s that peak i’ll run up on a n*gga with that mac 3*2*1
i’m in the streets tryna make suttin’ happen
rapping’s just a hobby, when it’s beef i’m really clapping
look i’m out tryna flip sh*t, you’re broke, you’re a dipsh*t
when it comes to beef i stud and dump the way i kick sh*t
a sudden pump from the pump’ll leave your wig split
i wore gloves and dash the ting, f*ck the piglets
you think you’re big l!cks until you’re getting big l!cks
when the big ting gets l!cked, someone’s wigs getting split, standard
don’t f*ck with the clique ’cause you’ll get drowned
man are too wavy, you’re not me, you can’t be that
but man think they are me like the navy
’til i back it out and press rt like it’s a game g
f*ck the fame all i want it the p’s, i be spitting pure greaze
don’t make me go back to when i was spitting in my teens
every bars like a pic took, got n*ggas saying cheese
run up on me n*gga please, you’ll get your sh*t took
mdt, you get the p*ss took
any bar that you don’t get, make sure that you google
i ain’t one of them n*ggas that be spitting fillers
or coming with them dead bars like i’m a die hard like bruce willis
nah that’s all whack sh*t, i’ve got tactics
three metaphors in four bars, that’s a hattrick
three shots out the mac at your cap, that’s a hattrick too
stroke in the east end, that’s a patrick, true
nah forget that, a few minor set backs can leave a n*gga stressed and i ain’t tryna be that
big dough i’m tryna see that, catch me on a crosser, watch me lean back
man are top shotters, make the fiends fast
i’m tryna get it any means, any means
bud smokers be coming to me like ”any weed?”
go the nitty’s phoning the phone, like any b’s?
got my hands in all pies, i’m a g, mad ting

- aystar lyrics

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