Center Core Never More - $uicideboy$

Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (let's go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not (boom, boom, boom) I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes (SethInTheKitchen) And when I leave they gone follow me out (let's go) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes When I leave, they gon' follow me out Watch this (oh my god), fuck is these niggas talkin' about? I just created a lane and took over the motherfuckin' game and they soughted me out I just got 300K for a show during COVID-19, I'm still hot in the drought I'm on fire, nigga (okay, turn up), they tell you I ain't keep it real Just know that they lied, nigga, what she gone do? My bitch eat the dick like it's ribs I got the stick we gone see who gone live, house big as a bitch, my shit MTV cribs He asked for a feature but my shit ain't cheap, nigga better save up, I ain't givin' no deals I had to say this shit two times for all the broke boys in the back they act like they ain't hear me I put this bitch on the map, went and got all the platinum plaques, brought 'em back to the city She got a thang for me, she wanna pull out my dick, and go baby and give it a hickie Ain't been on a stage in a minute but still on TV everyday, nigga should've went Disney (What you say?) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (go) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out (whoa) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (come on) You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gon' follow me out It's up and it's stuck if you try me I gotta dub for the body I be surrounded with steppas Whole hundred thou' for the necklace Nothin' but dick for these bitches All of the blogs gettin' messy I'm passin' right now if you test me I'm layin' 'em down, get a stretcher (let's go) I was the one out the gate that told you that you gotta stay down for your blessin' I was the one took the trip to LA to go pick up the pounds, they was heavy Sittin' on 15Ms, I'm rich, I own my house and all 10 of my cars Tell a hatin' ass nigga, "Get the fuck off my dick" I don't wanna hear a hatin' nigga bumpin' my shit Turn my shit off and go play one of them other niggas Niggas who really ain't on that, who got a lil' money and ain't bring they brother with 'em From the city and can't even go back, got stepped on, that nigga a door mat Before they made Throwback Thursday, I was that nigga, go check the throwbacks Bitch nigga, it's Baby Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got You can fuck 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac And when I walk in I don't even touch them hoes And when I leave they gone follow me out (come on, come on) Rich nigga can't have no feelings, more money, more problems we got (ooh) You'll can 'round get yo head bust for tryna be somethin' you not I got a place for you on a t-shirt and a date for you to see 'Pac (Tupac) When I walk in I don't even touch them hoes, when I leave they gone follow me out Yeah nigga (yeah), I'm motherfuckin' different, nigga Ain't no nigga like me, nigga (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) It's gon' be a lotta niggas dead before the foolishness stop (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' introduce you pussy niggas to these Rugars and Glocks (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Turned the city to the city, now these niggas wanna hate (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Chargin' niggas ten thousand to take a pic with they bae, bitch (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, man, and you know, this shit come with a lot (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm acceptin' it all with open arms (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) See, me, when I prayed for this shit (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I told God I was willin' to accept whatever came with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm talkin' about whatever comes with it (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go (yeah-yeah), let's go (yeah, yeah), let's go (yeah-yeah) More money, more problems we got

I got 26 plans, but we'll start with the "A" game -- Injecting different methods to your brainwave's mainframe. Like "Yo, dog", Inception is profound, We heard you like rap, we came back with a better sound. Kids making noise, we make waves they wouldn't fathom, They micromanage, while we split the atom. Prime factors, design patterns, Turning vision into fusion, everyone rewinded backwards. File captured, we just invite rappers So we can kill the ratios on all the private trackers. Upload the utmost, P2P cutthroats . . . Uh-oh! We didn't allocate enough floats! Have a number! This isn't a crash by fast leaners, This is Asperger's rap-murder: Dual Core and Backburner. Call us callous, but you don't have to act sore, We spit 'em a bit of the rhythm and finish 'em, givin' 'em what they asked for. I can see it inside your face: You wanna download this shit for free and that's great, but . . . Don't be a jerk 'bout it, get merch' and mirth outta us At shows fo' sho', tout it at Frozen Ghost. Status Updates for fixates, just in case you don't know 'Bout the flavor: takes up 6/8ths of your disk space And requires a processor core (dual), more Sudo than the break and batter attacks your Used to hearing out rappers' mouths, That'll cancel more poodle puddles than "Top Dog", Not robbed or to get scuttled, Along what you got, we are not amigos, Your styles out of phase like a Chroniton torpedo. Freaks are here, a hell in grim space, With a Kremlin taste, fan of mace, Turn and cop a look into a Gremlin face. Pourin' water all over this shit, Now I'll just multiply and take over your town in a jiff. If your sayin' I'm the best, then you're statin' the obvious. Vacate, change lanes, make way -- I'm bombing 'em. Knock the ball out the park and wave to the audience. You in the crowd tryin' to start a wave in the audience. So confident, spent a day up in Parliament; The Right say I'm fascist, the Left say I'm Communist. Roll through the hood in PJs made by Nautical, Wrapped in the Yoga mat your babe does pilates on. Now, we don't talk the same (like a homonym), Spielberg and Shyamalan stay at my momma's crib. Want me in their movies, way to get the dollars in, I said "Will, it's OK, your son can play the Karate Kid." Million miles translates to kilometers, I be to rap what skateboard to ollie is, My crew be to dope heatwaves to thermometers, And bitch be to you like Janeway to Romulans. Yo! Tall drunk and handsome, loaded like banana clips, Fan of Bruce Banner and my man, Al Yankovic. I'm Pete Sampras, serving any candidates, The human cannonball and no you can't predict the damages. Man of myth, go those panties in a twist, Crack a mile and lift it now, fits on style From the monologue of ominous. The one that brought your sarcophagus, Scoop a top model, then I throttle your metropolis. Sip a bottomless cup, so my dawn is shit, Part the Red Sea so that we could see a Nautilus. The cephalopod left in the mosh pit, Leprachauns getting stepped on by the big kids To the breaka breaka dawn. We storm jams like giants, Tyrants of 'plied science, And rhymes are like violence. I'm straight riling on dark Melrose islands, A primal rap mogul that got you flow ridin'.

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