Labor lyrics

[Intro: Ckris Mute]
Here's [?]
Gas [?] killer right there
Gas club

[Verse 1: Ckris Mute]
I'm doing the most labor like I been on the plantations
They don't want a bodybag, yo, but I [?] to temptations
Dominate this rap league
See, I'm [?] 'bout 10 [?]
My future about to pinnacle
I stay up contemplating
But I see Satan lurkin', searching for my weakness
As if I will fall victim to your adolescent weak kids
Authentic tag strap want the real homie, peep this
All my flow's gold
Never one to be on cheap sh*t
Reap sh*t, delete kids
I'm a whole ravine
Hear 'em scream as I put the game inside a quarantine
I'm tryina' eat, and I'm finna hit a lick on your plate
Watching [?], still reserving like a fish I'll take your bait
I don't even have to flex, I been constructing my rep
I'm a architect at best
If you targetin' my nest then I'm aiming at your chest
Curious for who is next
As I smoke the murder stresses got me in a X n*gga
[Bridge: Lil Tracy as Based Dolphin]
Uh
It's Dolphin
Shouts out to my clique
Star Trek

[Verse 2: Lil Tracy as Based Dolphin]
You simple ass rappers, it's complex when I spit
I swear I murder a rapper it's a tech when I spit
I smell a rookie rapper, I'm veteran with the pin
Okay
List your favorite rappers, bet I'm better than them
Since I was 15 my mind been senior
My system never clean and now I smoke weed
You a soldier, I'm a chief so follow my orders
I decree, get your bars up or you won't move forward into that legendary lane, where I lay with a gold crown
Spit circles 'round you n*ggas
Real smooth, call it flow around
Rappers full of n*ggas, now it's looking like a ghost town
I feel like I am legend
None 'you rappers in my precession
Second to none
Number 1 in this rap race
You b*tch ass rappers [?] the [?] up and [?], but I'm the napkin
Finna make it clean like a new place
I'm living fast, going downhill, I need new brakes