Kaisy Jay - Triumphal Arch II: The Sequel lyrics

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Kaisy Jay - Triumphal Arch II: The Sequel lyrics

Look, ok I had to come back, cause they called it a beginner's luck Haters was negative, stuck in pain when I'm beginning, f** You had me on repeat and stuff, your tears were not drippin enough Gracy he's wack in it but your n***as all lickin his bu*t Now you are singin it? no, get some bars dude My scars blue, see me speedin' as Bugatti cars do All them other n***as, I think they thinkin they hard too Yo If you didn't get it, thats the mothaf**in' part 2! Let em talk, I think they planning them own fall, hey Hold up, wait a minute, gotta take this phone call World is a playground, kings got a fake crown Rap game a b**h, imma make her put her cake down Still flyin in the sky, screamin XXO, haters Still k**in competition, Dexter's flow Still copying my sh**, recycling past swags, tho Y'all are gold diggers waitin' for the ex stacks, hoes Third World War coming, 3 years I gave my soul to Simon he's protecting me, dont try to understand me Damn, I'm so triumphal prolly cause I ride on fools, ride on your brothaf**in' duck and s**in style, awful I do giant steps, you can call it Trukfit Drown your hate in alcohol, n***as need some cup licks Icon, Decepticon, your n***as just conflicts And Imma do it like in Silent Hill, gonna cut lips Ok, going in, going in, i'm the dominant dog in it, poke it Low key you spoke it, ok they do think I'm joking And I told em, nevermind, nevermind Hold on, gotta read between it, there are several lines Grizzly gonna hit, going in like a bear I know I gonna reach all these goals that I had, ho They say "They gonna k** you Grizzly, you are not safe" I'm like "b**h do it look like I care, no?" It's almost the end, black aligator Can a young n***a can make a bigger score? Making sensitive rappers spend a day to liquor stores 14/01/97, little king was born, say it Damn, it was only for the rhyme, people always tryna blame They dealin' with [...], just to get a little bit of fame Lame, dont need no secret societies cause I do my thang All my n***as are behind me, when I come they screamin' bang, still do it