[Intro]

Walk on by, girl

Make believe that you don't see the tears

Just let me hide the tears and sadness you gave me, yeah

[Verse 1]:

Uh, Lets Go

I feel like the last in a sport, that is after the torch

There's some actions I was asked to enforce

I have to resort to rapping with a lack of remorse

Like a polo man from the back of a torch from the back of my Porsche

Blasting you dorks, every songs about fashion of sorts

Glasses and shorts, and spending cash on a massive resort

And that's fine, go ahead and flash your Cadillac and a Porsche

But if you get asked about the cultures past give an accurate source

And that's the ignorance that these industry bastards endorse

And the masses support, now the rations of real passion are short

Go back to the start of the track, I said that rap is a sport

And if you don't practice you shouldn't get a draft to the court

You're crashin' the course, the cultures tugging backwards and forth

Its unbalanced and that's why I'm turning this track to a corpse

If talking won’t work then ill blast till your sore

Smoke you like a pack of the ports

And lift your body like a package from storks

But that’s it in short

Hey Yachty, I’m not seeking any beef with you

You seem pretty neat if I meet you I’ll have a drink with you

But if I’m playing heat through the speakers id never think of you

And I can’t think of a single song that I like that features you

Now don’t take the words that I’m speaking as disbelief in you

I wanna see you reach to the peak, ill jump out my seat for you

But each of you, know exactly which heat that I’m preaching to

And I’m putting it all out cause I know the damage that secrets do

A week or two, ago I went to XXL

Recapped the cypher that y'all did and I said "what in the hell?"

How did we go from Em, Nas, Jay the Puns and the L's

To having a class of rappers with bars so underdevel-

Oped, it sucks, but that don’t count when its coming to sales

Outside the rap part let’s talk about becoming a male

Because how you say you've got a chopper and some guns on the shelves

As some bright blue colored Chanel covers your nails?

Man this is no Chill

Mercy and love are feelings I don’t feel

See this will give everybody's phone that galaxy note feel

And if I get provoked I’m looking through the scope from remote hills

To put hot smoke in your throat like you're overdosing on oatmeal

And every single note that I wrote is dope and the GOATs will

All respect my approach and know for sure that there’s hope still

So folks, heed the quotes that I spoke till the goal is fulfilled

Think I’ll quit, but I won't ill push forth and poke through the force fields

I’m so real, I knew that I was a legend before Will

I was told that you’re supposed to just grow from the things that don’t kill

Everyday I spit flows with my bros in an automobile

So even for those who don’t get it, so? cuz i know that most will

There’s no deal, that could make me change to your concepts

On Complex, they said that rappers took out the contest

So I feel like now’s the perfect time to start my conquest

Salute to the rappers who spawn next

Beyond Blessed

(walk on by)

To everybody that contributes to the cancer in the culture I just can't let you..

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And just ruin it, man my life was saved from what music is, what you thought I would...

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And say nothing? Man you can get killed over your assumptions you might get hurt as you...

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Homie this is no chill, Justin Freeman has no chill