Lyrics
Today I'm the master of flexicution
I got the skills that bring a lotta mula, that's my fusion
Creative tech savvy division on a mission
I'm not just on ladder
However the older one in the highest room.
Boo boo, what chu do, what's you revenue
On one street I was robbed and beat up - planning to name that my mafakin avenue
What the fuck, I been on this paper chasing
You'll never get high enough,
that's another puff puff of paper -
Call it Lex law statement
I feel what do, I do what I feel
My dream is approaching myself at night for real,
My lyrics are slaying like knife on a neck
Catch up, see ya later,
your ketchup ain't red
That's some mustard, you are a crazy lying bastard
You aint master, you aint master, you just mastering, you just mastering
I get calls from people
I don't wanna talk to (fuck you)
Every day and every evening
What do I suppose to
Do or do not answer
I'm a bitch and my face is resting
I have mastered this skill
I'm a master
I'm a Master
Class after class
I get As and no Bs
And no Cs, payed my fees
Paid the lease
Ate my piece
I say please and thank you later
On my knees always get creative
You'll never know cuz it's R-rated
We recorded it and then we played it
Oleksii Rubanjak, Victoria Miliar
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