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Wretched egg Boutta to put a prophecy in the mix In six months time I'm gonna be rich Making classics non-stop every day of the week On that devil's workflow two to 666 Follow Picasso so I'm sick sick sick Don't acknowledge these kids in college thinking you're slick Trying so hard to be humble and sit Well I'm sorry I gotta run for my admission Lickety spit Eight hundred dollar watch I know my tick tick ticket to stardom It's either going on tours Achieving awards Leaving your fans hoping for more The doors they open up Or sleeping on floors you sweep Hoping for more Canteen rations The toilet break is where your heavens at Seven Right next to six Know my dad used to say Careful when you're trying to get that cake One false move and I'm bout to come up to replace you Is there not a beating heart In this cold world of stars Cause all the bleeding hearts Won't survive this whole world of farce You know what they say about seven right Seven eight nine That angel's got a nine in his pocket It ain't fine if they try to take mines Treading a dangerous line To gain a livelihood through the wires Cause the work life's just not your type So you're up all night Lines after lines Crossed the wrong one Now debt fine after find your lying To your friends, parents, even yourself Talking Spotify money when you ain't got a dime In actuality you're gonna be fired Crying out you still believe in the rhymes So it's one final lie Praying awake at night Then you'll realize the traps just hook the lines And hit all the way to the Either seven or six Gotta make a decision The game goes quick Your life goes faster And when your time is spent There ain't no top six So I don't want no seven eight nines I'm gunning tens My friends say it's more like Twos or threes or fives So I'm combining my efforts Hoping the wealth multiplies Then shoot the game down with a nine Cause 21 is when my hunger lust Appetite wasn't satiated Nor satisfied I'm the beast that you hide from Wretched egg The doors they open up Or sleeping on floors you sweep Hoping for more Canteen rations The toilet break is where your heavens at Seven Right next to six Know my dad used to say Careful when you're trying to get that cake One false move And I'm bout to come up to replace you Is there not a beating heart In this cold world Of stars Cause all the bleeding hearts Won't survive This whole world of farce Trying to find a place to pass out But who relies in this world of fronts I'm never accepted Haven't graduated All I can go is hard I'm bout to put a prophecy in the mix Sixty percent of the people I know getting their reality switched Cause they didn't think I could make it this fucking quick and amazing Well I got news for you brother It's Wretched Egg Season Put the seasoning in with the salt They getting pissed off with my bravado saying it's all talk Well I'm walking over here Not to show off just in case y'all were sleeping I know they napping all the time these days So count it up when you're listening to this song again Let me let you in on a little secret trick On how I know I'm bout to make it Just a tip It's cause I believe in myself Devil worship Man this beat's so sick Written, produced and directed by just like Quentin Except I'm not quitting Nor shooting I'm straight spitting Yeah