Lyrics:
my pen draw lines
Like sniffing white with the dope em boys
Hands on deck I'm in the studio just cooking raw the vocals
Get laid on the beat like issa
Yeah
I'm in the backseat, window rolled down
Watching life go by, no telling how it's gonna turn out
I was only 15 with a major league dream
But
And I was born to be a champion
It's something 'bout the ambience
I'll make it out by any means (Yea)
My success is just an axiom
They tell me that it
to school you could stall
So them As and Bs turned Cs and Ds when they fall
Gotchu kicked out house
When you moved in with Bubba you had to switch up
feel it
No talking commercial no comments or cricitcs
My boy brought my beat so the blood I'm am spilling
This disc is destructive I kill it like Krillin
a savage so you know I get it right back
It's a known fact that it's like that
You always gone win betting on black
I'm going all in
Better fall back
I been
a savage so you know I get it right back
It's a known fact that it's like that
You always gone win betting on black
I'm going all in
Better fall back
I been
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
to spitting it
Ripping the beat up so fuck all your mentions
Can't catch me at dinner
I'm cloaked in all black getting vengeance
Some pussy boys thinking
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
don't pray to god cause I don't need no fuckin help
Spend days by myself cause I don't need nobody else
Need me some fans cause it's hotter than hell
It's a hot day, so I proceed to go my way
Out of contact, turn up the beats and start to zone out
The phones ringin', I knock the phone out
I'm bout
cos the beat goes dumb
And I only spit heat
Cos I'm playin' for the son
Playin' for the king playin' for the title
It's Christmas time, time to read
a shaky gun faker, like Enzo the Baker
I strip studio rappers lo-tech Amish Quaker
Trip and fall and haul yourself be-boy breaker
And all you never sprayed
is my motto
Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a different auto
Put it on and I'll be jackin' off louchers like lotto
Showin' love to my
sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then
that weed out of my pouch i gotta dig deep
Cause when i make my rounds up on my block i gotta dig deep
Cause when i kick it with the boys i keep it
to the out
Banners to show the moves to the clout
We given a fuck?
That's news to me now
Fucking wit the clown
Finna run ya outta town
Saddle beats
The amount
my heart
You can't tame me
Baby I've been hurtin from a young boy
Do I deserve it
I've been working
Make myself a better person
This the first version
starts to leak
And you know that I keep it so fresh
Over beats I give no less
The things I do musically are so grotesque
By the time I'm done with
Lady looking out through the window, watching the rain fall
Dreaming of a time long ago, before she knew it all.
Painting blank white canvas
give no fucking fvcks
Gi' no f... fucking fvcks
Fuckers talking bout a throne bitch I'm sitting on it
Made this beat a bit shitty now I'm shitting on it
Man space is so vast it's crazy how much you see
Day by day I've gone by so many stars and beautiful scenes
Nebulas and comets alike as far
on the sidelines
I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah
I'm killing it like a headshot
In the studio schooling bitches
No TED Talk
Wet the block
My wrist
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