Baby Grand

Yeah The shit that I spit is animated like hentai Try to make a fool out of me you end up a dead guy I don't play ball, clinch hitter like Saenchai Choke you like a necktie, go to sleep it's your bedtime, ugh Seaside Bones so wavy On the Mend cooking up for me to go crazy Like a snow day when I cop another 8-ball Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine Ready to redline, it's only the test drive Push it to the limit lay ink at a guest spot Slaying chicks Davey laying dick on a sexpot Vague with my past I don't crave what I lack anymore Cuz I rap from the core Everything other than writings rap is a chore Bored like I had a blast but now I'm back from the war PTSD, you get paid to suck dick PTSD, I'm a poet that's so dope If you test me, give your fucking face a front kick Paying for the hospital's a quick way to go broke Man I'm 26, thought I would have a lot of money by now Damn, life is banal Life is a rave and I'm stuck in the crowd Life's a bitch so I fuck it right in it's canal Look at me dog, I'm a young Ozymandias Anything bringing me revenue I want a hand in it When it comes to women I'm swinging with polyamorous Harems of tall and glamorous heiresses all immaculate There is no withstanding the fucking passage of time Mixtape, an EP, an LP, an album Whatever it is it gets buried in sand dunes To my past-self, fuck you I can't stand you The only aspect of me that I like Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write The only fucking thing they do every night Putting in work make it all come to light The only aspect of me that I like The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write The only fucking thing they do every night Putting in work Yeah Light work bet I could write a verse and not rehearse Spit it perfect and it's fucking clutch like your momma's purse Always confident engaging in a war of words Feeling like I need do more dirt than a jar of worms Common man smoke royal goo in a king spliff Who the fuck are you loyal to in this business Beats are liquid I boil 'em in an instant Got many different types of women showing me their midriffs I'm mid-drift, on the brink of spinning out Flow is something that I never had to think about Now I got a chip on my shoulder to show my clout Show me respect, gimme the check, big amount, ugh That's my shit though Choke-slamming a mo'fucker like Big Show No planning, freestyling to where the wind blows Home anyplace I can get on a stage and spit flows Brick stove oven I'm hot Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop Hit 27 and I probably won't stop No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top, ugh Brick stove oven I'm hot Falling like a baby grand, atomic with the drop Hit 27 and I probably won't stop No sleep till I'm dead, think I'll leap from the top The only aspect of me that I like Rapper, the homie, the friend that can write The only fucking thing they do every night Putting in work make it all come to light The only aspect of me that I like The rapper, the homie, the friend that can write The only fucking thing they do every night Putting in work make it all come to light, yeah