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stick to the script - lil zmac lyrics

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i get em lit
boston to paris
with ice on my wrist
ima die for my bih
diamonds and sh*t
design all my fits
if it ain’t for the art
then it jus ain’t for sh*t
makin em quit
know i’m legit
i don’t think there with nun better then this
it’s gettin late and i know they equipped
so i flex on them people i stick to the script

yah, ima just keep it a buck
all this soul dust
it comes off when it rubs
yah, its off when i erupt
they think i’m a con
so i’m callin em dumb
yuh, but it’s all love
nah, it’s all l*st
figure out who you could trust
thought i was goin home but it bunt
keepin eye contact wit the what
what?
y’all don’t see what i see
livin free, on a tree
paying all my own fees
money comin back to me
come on please, just for me
bos to the t
boston rep come for free
i just, went copped a fit
real stuff, yall got me lit
sacrifces in the moshpit
thats how you stick to the script
thats how you get the homeboys p*ssed
thats how you gone go and get clipped
thats how you go get hated
thats how you stick to the script
i get em lit
boston to paris
with ice on my wrist
ima die for my bih
diamonds and sh*t
design all my fits
if it ain’t for the art
then it jus ain’t for sh*t
makin em quit
know i’m legit
i don’t think there with nun better then this
it’s gettin late and i know they equipped
so i flex on them people i stick to the script

yah, ima just keep it a buck
all this soul dust
it comes off when it rubs
yah, its off when i erupt
they think i’m a con
so i’m callin em dumb
yuh, but it’s all love
nah, it’s all l*st
figure out who you could trust
thought i was goin home but it bunt
keepin eye contact wit the what
keep it blunt
under 21, so i ain’t bust
bos just showin love
you pos squid you a slug
yuhyuh who that on yo phone?
if you taken then please just leave me alone
i ain’t tryna beat up other girl’s gold
im tryna be chivalrous cuz i sound old
im just tryna sell my songs
im just tryna right my wrongs
im just tryna pop off
i’m just tryna sign me off
feelin delusinal
eccentric, unsual
what did i do to yall?
how is anything my fault?

i get em lit
boston to paris
with ice on my wrist
ima die for my bih
diamonds and sh*t
design all my fits
if it ain’t for the art
then it jus ain’t for sh*t
makin em quit
know i’m legit
i don’t think there with nun better then this
it’s gettin late and i know they equipped
so i flex on them people i stick to the script
yah, ima just keep it a buck
all this soul dust
it comes off when it rubs
yah, its off when i erupt
they think i’m a con
so i’m callin em dumb
yuh, but it’s all love
nah, it’s all l*st
figure out who you could trust
thought i was goin home but it bunt
keepin eye contact wit the what

(fixter)

iron vein, yall buy my shoes
creativity make me lose
experiment make me lose views
what am i gonna do?
hype myself up with the crew
stick wit the gang like glue
you dont know where you got the bruise
tell em that its from you
you dont know what the h*ll is goin on
in the game for a year and you still ain’t on aux
in the game for a year and you still ain’t on chart
is it my fault? is it my fault?
you got good with soul dust and now you fallin off
edged us with the project that you still ain’t dropped
you is a liar you makin the con
i just stick to the script, it is my fault?

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