[Verse 1: Luke Gawne] You could try to rap, but you couldn't act the part This shit was god given I'm not holding back a bar I want it all bitch, big house and fancy cars If i could fit the whole world in my shopping cart Then I would buy it I will get rich or die trying I shoot for the stars, the belt of orion I'm eyin the top, and hot like a cayenne Won't stop 'till the day that I drop, I'm not lyin' 'Cause I've been Just playing for fun, but I won So last call on the board is done My brass balls shining brighter than the ray of the sun So bar none, no one got the same enunciation A proclomation I'm saying these puns But what the fuck you think would happen when you playing with guns Shooting to kill, super ill Lyrical nuisance for real Been through it all loop-de-looping behind the wheel Of a real automobile
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[Verse 2: Luke Gawne] All my people from the front to the back stand up LG is in the building let me see them hands up Hands down we the best, we stay winning so what Never giving no fucks, where's my threes throw'em up And my money's going up 'Cause my crew's been on the come up We been grinding every day, getting paid and elated Must've made it, waited, just faded Trying to evade a one hit wonder So it's back to the basics Serrated blade up in your stomach uhh Wooh! So I figured that I'm cold Pop them pill bottles, it's rock bottom 2.0 But you don't know what you been told We don't stop, it's time to get a move on yo You think I'm Luke Gawne? I think I'm Edgar Allen Poe Back with a new wand Some motherfuckin new God flow in this Phony rappers take them back to school This games a bitch but I keep on crawling back to-
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