PURPS BEATS - See You Soon lyrics

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PURPS BEATS - See You Soon lyrics

[Intro]: Trust me I'm the ending and the beginning I already said I'll see you soon Here's why [Verse]: I am a chronicle political Cynical with a physical Lyrical irresistible Spiritual at the pinnacle Hindering at the vocals Venturing with the locals Who's smarter with the words Do we really need to go to The pro tools show who's Chopping at the miracles Stand back n***a I'll be glad to flip reciprocals Preaching isn't necessary Sessions never less as scary b**hes in my phone Like they dialing up a vetinary Ask for your health I'm cold and hot for reasons Southern accent Never matches with the season Latches to your breathing Laughing when you leaving Competition rarely got a heart To believe in I'm opening with murder And ending with this weapon This city that I'm reppin' Assault with a session We holding all the dominance I'm folding all the competence Show me who all trying to diss n***as couldn't comply to this Character development Made you a little relevant Like clowns when the circus Need a prop for its' elephants Meaning your nuts If you step up to challenge me Figured I'm a star n***a learn some astrology No apology b**h I'm not in cosmetology To make up with the same Little b**hes who look down on me Beginning of the rifle We finished with the cycle I'm just getting started With a thriller no Michael These n***as portion themselves To be my main target While I get more fans Than a Sears market You steady making all these disses To my stage presence Angels listen to this track While I page heaven And tell their god His creation's got a malfunction Sparks surging through his style With the wrong junction Yeah See You Soon b**h it's the Genesis Check any bible It starts as a reminisce Rappers take it as a diss Ima rise to the dawn What pregnant hoe want to come With the first response This is direct To any n***a not feeling this Paralyzed bodies Never seemed so feminine Sweet little b**hes All steady talking intimate God should've made you with a rib Not cinnamon And I got bars for a reason It ain't nothing new I speak fantasies That women all rocking to Staircase to heaven When the staircase is spiral Cause f**ing with my style Is a little more viral Never overthinking Only understepping boundaries A world full of b**hes Not an underdog around me These n***as want fame and disaster I want chaining opportunity To b**h slap a slave master Leave him on the grave after Bury the shovel Close the casket with his tombstone Broken to rubble You calling me out I'm a stake I shove to you You n***as lack cla** No need to find a substitute We walk different on the same tempo Maybe copying my rhythm is your main mento Who told you copying my style Was the right move A dark mouth isn't made To bring the light too And we play Russian Roulette With this rap game And see who coward out first That's who lack fame And I was made for this beat I don't need a memo The main song in this light These other dudes are demos I swear I can go in forever Put me on the scale I carry weight with whoever b**h

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