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what's the point - stronkgod lyrics

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[verse 1, stronkgod, 0:29]: fitting fits, hitting d*cks

being a pr*ck, leaving you sick

feeling a flu, hearing a frick

evening is closer to the blue, this sh*t is about to be a story by kendrick

winning every time in poser, i’m always on the clue, i don’t have to worry, i got the d*mn drip

filling up every rhymes to exist, sucker, i got my crew, i’m still not sorry, i still got the pen on my grip

thrilling for many people that wanted to do crimes, f*ck her, i’m not guilty, i k!ll every men during my trip

giggling on how many times you took some sleep pills, suck her, i’m not quirky, i’m on the hill without my pants (what the f*ck?)

spitting out many lines that you would want to book if you chill, rub her, i’m not freaky, i’m gonna refill everything with my hands (how does that make any sense?)

splitting many of rappers’ primes so that you can be hooked by if you saw my sk!lls, mock her, i’m finna go to h*ll after everything i have done, man

[interlude, stronkgod, 1:10]: y’all thought i got worse? now i got a long ass way to go, hope you are not on the scene. i’m just going to ask this

[hook, 1:20]: what’s the point of this sh*t when everyone will bring up criticism?

that is not the way how do you join to criticise to hits when anyone will just stick to the rhythm

everybody will just say the same thing “how do you connect your bars like with joints?”, i will chant them like an anthem

anybody will just pick a day to remind me how to wreck my cars with oil (that does not work*), i will tell them to find something random

[verse 2, stronkgod, 1:33]: making sh*t that does not exist, taking things seriously even when they resist

hating on everything after i just said i will admit, faking hits in a humorous way when they were all mid

cranking 90s after i was defeated by a trick, betraying sh*ts in a hillarious way when they were all little crickets

planning something from the 80s after being nominated by fricks, ill*strating hits when i was furious, hey at least i did not kick it

hanging any rapper who says that i am debated, after i stated that i was a d*ck, manipluating things when i was curious, eh at last i did not f*ck it

[hook, 2:04]: what’s the point of this sh*t when everyone will bring up criticism?

that is not the way how do you join to criticise to hits when anyone will just stick to the rhythm

everybody will just say the same thing “how do you connect your bars like with joints?”, i will chant them like an anthem

anybody will just pick a day to remind me how to wreck my cars with oil (that does not work*), i will tell them to find something random

[verse 3, stronkgod, 2:16]: i do not care if anyone has to say something critical to me

i will not be there if everyone has to lay everything and to be lyrical at me

i will not be here if every single one has to complain about anything and to be critikal at me

i will not hear you if any of you little pringles have nothing to say, mainly to be spiritual at me

the last time i dropped an album, it was nothing special

the past crime when it flopped, an outcome, it was nothin’ memorable

when these b*tches think that they can close the curtains on me, i just did a freestyle and i got another chance

wayne called hits something to think, when i got berzerk on me, i just bought a freestyle and i got my fame. (wait, ford freestyle? yep)

this is a rhyme night when i rhymed crimes

this is the time by me when i start to fight rights. (get it?)

lucky you, i got c*cky because of you

f*cky you, i got suckier because of you

i got dre or trey to be in this sh*t

i got drake and jay to be in this hit

here is something that you need to ask to something

[hook, 3:02]: what’s the point of this sh*t when everyone will bring up criticism?

that is not the way how do you join to criticise to hits when anyone will just stick to the rhythm

everybody will just say the same thing “how do you connect your bars like with joints?”, i will chant them like an anthem

anybody will just pick a day to remind me how to wreck my cars with oil (that does not work*), i will tell them to find something random

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