Lyrics:
the vibe I get
When I drive by six people and five I hit (whoops)
Aw shit, I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (ah)
These
diners
Look mom! I learned to tie my shoes! Hey can I borrow twenty bucks?
Peel back the prickly cocoon a Polaroid turbulent land unit birth
Student
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
Probably say I wasn't nice
Might be right
Hid it from my mom and
Pops as a kid they found
c notebook and a page wasn't
Homework son was tryna hit
Moms and fucked your sister
I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus
Not even Mohammed could stop
These bullets from freezing
Your blood ice-cold in
on Mr Toad's Wild Ride
Get ingested without prejudice daddy's revenge on Oedipus
Standing on a precipice holding hands with Gepetto the lecherous
(who me?), Hold on
Fuck that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Bitch, it's EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify
Price for a feature,
work on a boat
Till then, order shots till you're broke
Wake up all alone
This ain't a TikTok kinda bop, nah
It's a Snapchat from 8-chan kinda rap, ah
I
date if you dumb enough I'm a see your face
Mom ain't safe God bless the kids if Tony would've did it he would've lived
Manolo too but then he got greedy
said I would fail.
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words.
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.
about who will one day be your wife
I be the one to run your bubble bath and feel like the rich
Be the Mrs on your arm and the mom to your kids
Be the one
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
those little things
But years fly by
Like the kid running in the wind
I think of all the songs that we sang
The day we said goodbye
To our kindergarten
killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about
a shark
Can't find a spark bitch this my movie and you just play a part
I'm kissed by karma young and dumb I didn't believe in that
Message from God came
I aim for the top
Came with the mop
Now watch me clean up the block
Cuz you chose to come talk like an opp
This shit a bop
Got niggas nodding they
me I ain't even have that shit with me
And they still ain't roll up a blunt
Yeah I'll roll up and punt
Kicking hitting like I'm Mr. T
Man I'll roll up
Aye
Yea
Woah
This the beat that the pretty girls dance to
It's Mr. OTD, and yes I Can Do
Anything that I visualize
So many bops that my opps
listening to kids bop
I knew my only option was through hip hop
Coming from the bottom to the tip top
My cousin whip the pot will smith with the chris rock
I
dodging angels and demons
It's the hazard kid
I told her to treat my like a flower, like I'm delicate
Not too many in my lane be that relevant
You want
Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out
My moms was a yardie so my pops kept a stout
Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
It wasn't hard
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
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