Lyrics:
dreaming caused by your scheming and wheeling of women dealing their children no future feelings or meals to fill them reeling in profit tilling
i realize
bars very scary
Beats bang fuckin' hard - sauce, Peri Peri
I get up inside these bars like I'm a partition
Archaic god's with me like the archbishop
the Beast From the East, picking meat out my teeth
And as soon as the beat stop I forget how to speak
I release a better rhyme seven times a week
To beat
They must've forgot I'm an artist
This ain't spoken word or poetry
Still going back to back they knows it's me
Go from track to track reload the beat
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
keep the beats dirty dusty
I grabbed the CB radio like, 10/4 good buddy
I'll keep running the track even when muddy 'cause my insurance
Don't cover
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
it a track and this is the shit for which producers are praised? They program a beat, they smile and press play.
I’ve got poison in my veins, fire in
How I've always been so stunning
That mean I go stupid when
I'm spazzing on the beat
Haters speak on me, Ochako Quirk
It got no gravity
Boi I don't care
Aight Tos
If you've ever felt that I missed, look into my eyes say it straight to my iris
I'm Dunshaughlin's Finest
Aight T
I'm chilling on the beat
got points
Like the shell of any durian
Mark you spit cold
You oreo mcflurried it
Seven feet deep
With any track I be burying
Think you can stop me
You
Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark
Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe,
Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory.
EQUIPTO
I'm
Rap eat sleep repeat
Rap eat sleep repeat
Rap eat sleep repeat
Rap eat sleep repeat
Rap eat sleep repeat
This trap beat feeds my need
My track will
Gatorade by the cars
This beat goes hard, even on guitar
Lookin' like a track kid that likes to run
Runnin' like a bullet straight from my gun
You know this
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
confused
The purpose of living
It's a blue sky outside but
I ain't close to finished
I obsess over this fear
Letting down future children i'm a menace
I'm
let's leave it the same
I never try to be
So down on me
I never try
To feel anything less than glee
But nothing beats
The Serenity
Of when the feeling
on beat
Everything cost I got niggas ain't nothin' free
Far away from home Sprinter vans with ARs
My future bright, but if you try me throw it all away
the dirt but I'm on my way
Improving by a fraction yuh
Plan on putting on the shirt when I get my pay
And that is not a question yuh
But God is always on my
(Oh sheesh y'all t'was a dream)
They be like seven (what?)
Can you teach me how to dougie
I saw you at the semi formal you can boogie
I would you
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
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