Record Breakers lyrics

(Intro)
Man Look

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(Verse 1)
Can’t believe the truth is revealed, that’s so mid
Man I’ve been down bad way worse than what Covid did
Out here walking pushing carts, like a Kroger Gig
I put in faith but she had me doing little licks
She telekinetic, playing tricks had my brain frozen in place
It’s now a race against my mind, while she springle a little lime, like a Culver’s Custard meal taste
I prepare to brace and embrace the fake sh*t she put in my face


(Hook)
I want to, I need to
But I got issues
I’mma wreck her, and break her
Man I got issues
I want you, I need you
But I got issues
I’mma record and breaker
Yes I Got Tunes

(Verse 2)
Blinding by the word, ignoring the signs in plain sight
Why am I so shocked this took place in broad daylight
Sharing my moves, making moves while making her mood
Got my hopes up that’s Hoe stuff this thot sh*t is through
We got sticks, she selling bricks, posting feet pics and sh*t
Draft coming Monday, she got a whole line full of di*ks
She says I’m problematic with complicated dad and speak with word salad
Rap addict with a passion for slacking
Full of charm but my magic quickly flattens
She says I’m a little bit Shady, with Black Fragments I’m steady lacking
But Big di*k Packing
Mane I see you over there laughing
I got the strapped and getting ready for clapping
These triplet rounds come firing until Empty
I don’t ever become tired like Embiid
Imma keep rapping until I pop, like 50
Debut album dropped back then I was 16
3 musketeers had the whole Band going Wicky
Fans in a frenzy, me and Durontez playing frisby
Couple of records for record I was Friendly
Yeah Aaron was with them cars now he a father with two Kiddies
Cameron getting bread, Ragib Struggling with Indie
Still far, like AB, L.H. fine, she Cali maybe?
(Bridge)
I got issues, you know with who
I face my issues, I don’t need you boo
I also break records, but won’t pander
f*ck’s wrong with you b*tch I need answers

(Verse 3)
She’s like a roach that can’t get stepped on, so you gotta raid
She got away, I’m Dave? Man I hate that name
This b*tch wants control, but forgot I’m a master
I absolutely have the sayso, I don’t care that I’m a bast*rd
n*ggas ain’t sh*t, man hoe talks in Horse p*ss
Lower your pitch, honey, and suck another di*k
Man I’m tired of this b*tch, man I’m tired of this trick
Man I’m tired of this chick playing tricks, man she full of sh*t