Last Place
๐ต 2315 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:50 duration
๐ ID: 18328684
๐ Lyrics
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Term K plundering another city
Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky
Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie
Mother's milk got me suckin' titties tryna cut a deal
It's such a pity
Yo what's your gimmick?
Take one
Camera whores and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
Going back and forth on some ping pong shit
These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts
Cast ashore in a ball of confusion
Given the temptations
Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted
It's all an illusion
Twisting the hemp papers
Sparking like Ben Franklin
Hardly a sensation
Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm
There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court
But if need be, we get creative
Hit the scene and deregulate it
Legislative when I put the pen to paper
Bad news for the Glass Steagall
The game changer
Stay making bad music for bad people
I walk right in the inimitable style
If y'all been talking shit well then you swimmin' in it now
Sit down we ain't finished by a mile
A grimacing clown with a sad face
The child with his hand raised
The mouse in the rat race
No joke
A fast paced slowpoke
The dome holds the crown for the last place
The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac
Talking that shit bound to give kids a heart attack
The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
Making dollars like Eric and Parrish
I'm all American
Compare me to a werewolf in Paris
Or London
Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
Uh, sip Bourbon
Superb with the lip service
A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface
Sick verses
Turn kids a bit nervous
I'm Tim Burton
Submerged tryna lift burdens
Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings
Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing
Believe me
I'm laced too tight
Need to loosen a knot
Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad
Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
Know the televised revolution will not, be
So don't play witcha mans
I write salient raps
Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands
Pack a champion sound
Gallivanting about ya town
Vapid ass clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth
I'm out
Term K plundering another city
Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky
Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie
Mother's milk got me suckin' titties tryna cut a deal
It's such a pity
Yo what's your gimmick?
Take one
Camera whores and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
Going back and forth on some ping pong shit
These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts
Cast ashore in a ball of confusion
Given the temptations
Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted
It's all an illusion
Twisting the hemp papers
Sparking like Ben Franklin
Hardly a sensation
Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm
There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court
But if need be, we get creative
Hit the scene and deregulate it
Legislative when I put the pen to paper
Bad news for the Glass Steagall
The game changer
Stay making bad music for bad people
I walk right in the inimitable style
If y'all been talking shit well then you swimmin' in it now
Sit down we ain't finished by a mile
A grimacing clown with a sad face
The child with his hand raised
The mouse in the rat race
No joke
A fast paced slowpoke
The dome holds the crown for the last place
The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac
Talking that shit bound to give kids a heart attack
The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
Making dollars like Eric and Parrish
I'm all American
Compare me to a werewolf in Paris
Or London
Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
Uh, sip Bourbon
Superb with the lip service
A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface
Sick verses
Turn kids a bit nervous
I'm Tim Burton
Submerged tryna lift burdens
Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings
Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing
Believe me
I'm laced too tight
Need to loosen a knot
Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad
Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
Know the televised revolution will not, be
So don't play witcha mans
I write salient raps
Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands
Pack a champion sound
Gallivanting about ya town
Vapid ass clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth
I'm out
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.26] Y'all ain't fuckin' with me
[00:14.11] Term K plundering another city
[00:16.09] Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky
[00:18.73] Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie
[00:21.42] Mother's milk got me suckin' titties tryna cut a deal
[00:25.07] It's such a pity
[00:25.92] Yo what's your gimmick?
[00:26.83] Take one
[00:27.74] Camera whores and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
[00:30.43] Going back and forth on some ping pong shit
[00:33.19] These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts
[00:36.79] Cast ashore in a ball of confusion
[00:38.69] Given the temptations
[00:40.47] Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted
[00:43.16] It's all an illusion
[00:44.03] Twisting the hemp papers
[00:45.84] Sparking like Ben Franklin
[00:46.74] Hardly a sensation
[00:48.52] Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm
[00:51.27] There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court
[00:53.98] But if need be, we get creative
[00:55.80] Hit the scene and deregulate it
[00:58.54] Legislative when I put the pen to paper
[01:00.30] Bad news for the Glass Steagall
[01:03.07] The game changer
[01:03.96] Stay making bad music for bad people
[01:06.67] I walk right in the inimitable style
[01:09.37] If y'all been talking shit well then you swimmin' in it now
[01:12.04] Sit down we ain't finished by a mile
[01:14.81] A grimacing clown with a sad face
[01:16.63] The child with his hand raised
[01:18.40] The mouse in the rat race
[01:19.33] No joke
[01:20.23] A fast paced slowpoke
[01:22.04] The dome holds the crown for the last place
[01:35.64] The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac
[01:39.21] Talking that shit bound to give kids a heart attack
[01:41.96] The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
[01:45.58] Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
[01:48.36] Making dollars like Eric and Parrish
[01:50.19] I'm all American
[01:51.07] Compare me to a werewolf in Paris
[01:52.85] Or London
[01:54.68] Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
[02:00.04] Uh, sip Bourbon
[02:00.92] Superb with the lip service
[02:02.82] A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
[02:06.48] Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
[02:09.17] Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface
[02:11.84] Sick verses
[02:12.76] Turn kids a bit nervous
[02:15.45] I'm Tim Burton
[02:16.34] Submerged tryna lift burdens
[02:18.10] Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings
[02:20.87] Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing
[02:23.61] Believe me
[02:24.57] I'm laced too tight
[02:25.44] Need to loosen a knot
[02:26.38] Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad
[02:29.01] Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
[02:32.65] Know the televised revolution will not, be
[02:35.32] So don't play witcha mans
[02:37.12] I write salient raps
[02:38.16] Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands
[02:40.86] Pack a champion sound
[02:42.65] Gallivanting about ya town
[02:44.41] Vapid ass clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth
[02:47.37] I'm out
[02:48.32]
[00:14.11] Term K plundering another city
[00:16.09] Then I'm finna hit the Comfort Inn to puff the sticky
[00:18.73] Cut the bliggy while we bump some Biggie
[00:21.42] Mother's milk got me suckin' titties tryna cut a deal
[00:25.07] It's such a pity
[00:25.92] Yo what's your gimmick?
[00:26.83] Take one
[00:27.74] Camera whores and fake thugs plunge through open trap doors
[00:30.43] Going back and forth on some ping pong shit
[00:33.19] These sing-song twinks need to get off of Drake's nuts
[00:36.79] Cast ashore in a ball of confusion
[00:38.69] Given the temptations
[00:40.47] Sit in your rent's basement and get wasted
[00:43.16] It's all an illusion
[00:44.03] Twisting the hemp papers
[00:45.84] Sparking like Ben Franklin
[00:46.74] Hardly a sensation
[00:48.52] Gave yourself to God cause the Devil was far too warm
[00:51.27] There ain't a lot of honor in settling out of court
[00:53.98] But if need be, we get creative
[00:55.80] Hit the scene and deregulate it
[00:58.54] Legislative when I put the pen to paper
[01:00.30] Bad news for the Glass Steagall
[01:03.07] The game changer
[01:03.96] Stay making bad music for bad people
[01:06.67] I walk right in the inimitable style
[01:09.37] If y'all been talking shit well then you swimmin' in it now
[01:12.04] Sit down we ain't finished by a mile
[01:14.81] A grimacing clown with a sad face
[01:16.63] The child with his hand raised
[01:18.40] The mouse in the rat race
[01:19.33] No joke
[01:20.23] A fast paced slowpoke
[01:22.04] The dome holds the crown for the last place
[01:35.64] The way I stack chips they be calling Ac Biff with the almanac
[01:39.21] Talking that shit bound to give kids a heart attack
[01:41.96] The gab gifted cap twisting cat gets mad lifted
[01:45.58] Turning hieroglyphs into artifacts
[01:48.36] Making dollars like Eric and Parrish
[01:50.19] I'm all American
[01:51.07] Compare me to a werewolf in Paris
[01:52.85] Or London
[01:54.68] Repugnant pundit puff pungent nug until his lungs need a pump to function
[02:00.04] Uh, sip Bourbon
[02:00.92] Superb with the lip service
[02:02.82] A jerk perched on the curb with a lit turkish
[02:06.48] Spit sermons, flip work, and gyp merchants
[02:09.17] Losing my grip like kicks on a slick surface
[02:11.84] Sick verses
[02:12.76] Turn kids a bit nervous
[02:15.45] I'm Tim Burton
[02:16.34] Submerged tryna lift burdens
[02:18.10] Term and Ac are like a circus act, three rings
[02:20.87] Hurtin' cats' feelings at the burger shack, beefing
[02:23.61] Believe me
[02:24.57] I'm laced too tight
[02:25.44] Need to loosen a knot
[02:26.38] Palmer Squares be the lucrative squad
[02:29.01] Refusing to stop producing as they cruise to the top, we
[02:32.65] Know the televised revolution will not, be
[02:35.32] So don't play witcha mans
[02:37.12] I write salient raps
[02:38.16] Till there's overwhelming pain in my hands
[02:40.86] Pack a champion sound
[02:42.65] Gallivanting about ya town
[02:44.41] Vapid ass clowns gettin' smacked in the mouth
[02:47.37] I'm out
[02:48.32]