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entrance - bstchld lyrics

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[intro]

(give me something s*xy for the gallon)
(bc)

[verse 1]

hear this entrance, flowered every sentence
rappers talking sh*t but they ain’t fly as my apprentice
now here’s the premise, plaques bring benzes
put me up to battle, send it high above the fences

my first dream was getting hired to rap
but now my team making sure the whole empire collapse
your rhyming is whack, i don’t do denying the facts
now when you see me, believe i got a lighter and gas is going up

my struggle just inspired the track
i learned to hustle, now i’m firing back
i’m writing the parts, yes
i’ma find a choir to match, acquire cash
but it started by my grinding the trap, look

i’m getting stacked like a cheesecake
you could say i’m getting ragged like a freeway
plus i made the track, don’t need brakes
run another lap then i’m back in the east bay
got sour tree but the swisher got a sweet taste
i roll with heavy hitters keep the cheat great
you wanna zip? now i’ma need a lease date
you wanna dip? now i’ma need a chief mate

[verse 2]

loco in the session when the beast in
you local up in the section, spent a weekend
i’m global with my connections — man, i’m linked in
low pro on my ten toes like i sneaked in

[bridge]

it’s four inna the morning
what you haffa do?
nuh mi say just jump and prance
how i’m deal?
can’t get enough
we can’t get enough
dj run dat trap me (bah)

[verse 3]

always working got me tired but rich
now i’m focused on the verses so the rhymers convinced
that they can spit, but well—
i ain’t flyer than this
if he deny he’s a liar ’cause it’s time and it’s sh*t
i thought i was too weary to spit
but then i heard your song, i saw you clearly a b*tch
i showed my boy, i said, “mongol, you hearing this sh*t?”

man we different, i’m driven, plus i’m steering it quick, look
you can’t keep up, i see you in the mirror, you p*ssed
you don’t understand my numbers, this empirical sh*t
man you waiting on a miracle, a spiritual twist
but that won’t save you from my lyrical spit

[verse 4 / outro]

i told them keep sending the hate
they all talk like attending debates
they all funny, all dummies, so i’m setting them straight
i’m all money, no wedding — but there’s plenty of cake, bc

- bstchld lyrics

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