SST (feat. 163ONMYNECK)

(Yo, lakes, what the hell are you doing?) Ahem
Yeah, uh (yo prec1se, let’s turn it up!)
Uh, uh

Lately, white folks are really getting on my nerves (ha-ha-ha)
I guess I need to chill in the States with my Black friends
I’m either spitting bars or sharing my problems on the mic
I’m not just a rap artist, I’m beyond the genre
Shorty wants to meet, but I’m too busy
Yeah (sorry), I gotta make that money (money-money)
I love the paper, I don’t have a girl (uh)
White folks are stealing my cash, damn gossipers (uh)
I’m rocking rolls, covered in stones
Rolls worth 2k, damn, Coffee Mania ain't Yami Yami
My city’s Tyumen, baby, I don’t care about Miami
Big boy blessed, you know we’re in touch with God
Big body, big body, like back in the day with pops
Loved only once, the rest was just smashing
Can’t waste time on them now (nah)
Depression worth a million bucks, yeah, I’m emo (ugh)
This will stay forever in history (uh)
Success wasn’t in the cards, they didn’t predict it for me
Their music’s tired, yeah, it’s already expired
My best songs were born in solitude
Gone
Ayy, let’s get straight to it
I’m in Krasnodar writing rap in a hotel, next to a chick sleeping
Seven mils on my wrist (brr), suck my hand (suck it)
Top MCs: Brazilian, Lyana, MAYOT, КПСС and Budek
Ayy, uh, I’m smoking in the studio
Smoke’s filling the ceiling, I got a Dyson cooler
I was in Louisiana pouring syrup on chicken
I wanna sit, fart, and rap, Magnum’s calling me to the strip club

Mmm, but I’m not going, bro
You go ahead, I’ll sit here and talk some shit
Damn, I used to ride for free, now I’m recording on the mic for 10k bucks
And they pay for it, I’m rolling in sweats

Ayy, ha-ha, what’s up, rappers?
What’s up with the balaclava? SKY RAE read you all
MC slid in my DMs, wanted a feature in 21
By 25, that goose deleted all the messages
Pff, ha-ha, old man, I screenshotted everything
You can’t ride on features alone, flex your own style
I don’t rap on Sundays, the Bible says no
I wanna throw a ban at a streamer, it rhymes better
Oops, ayy (uh), shorty woke up
Either I’m tired of reading, or I’m laying it down so good she wants me to hit it
She was at the laser yesterday, I’m in that smooth coochie
What the hell, Maybach? This is MELON MUSIC

Why’d it end so early?