Текст песни Heart Beats Per Minute - Iamlilnacho

I'm rappin' on this beat it's
One forty-three BPM
It's going down, DM
She wanna work out, gym
You know I'ma shine, gem
Old heads call me Slim
I can sew a kilt
They can't fuck with him
Ball above the rim
Nacho on this Earth
Never stranded
On this planet, naked-handed
Even if you don't smoke you'll get a secondhand hit
Even if I was on three other planets, they'll never ban him

Don't do no fuckin' antics
How you gon' explain what we doing?
You a fuckin' analyst
I let shit rain boy
I grew up to Wayne boy
Get your gun in your name boy
You ain't even acting the same boy
She eat me up, I'm enjoyin'
They only show off for an audience
Got your position off cool points
And chains come from Mardi Gras
I try to stay from all of y'all
All the way I get the problem solved
Play keep away like it's volleyball
When I go up ain't no call me out
Say that I'm skinny, frill (Frill)
I cannot go to jail (Jail)
I cannot go for bail (Bail)
She think I went to Yale (Yale)
Yeah (Yea)
She think I went to Yale (Yale)
You not a man if you yell (Yell)
I wake up every morning kale

One forty-three BPM
It's going down, DM
She wanna work out, gym
You know I'ma shine, gem
Old heads call me Slim
I can sew a kilt
They can't fuck with him
Ball above the rim
Nacho on this Earth
Never stranded
On this planet
Naked-handed
Even if you don't smoke you'll get a secondhand hit
Even if I was on three other planets, they'll never ban him
Even if I was on three other planets, they'll never ban him
Even if you don't smoke, you'll get a secondhand hit