WHO AM I

Who am I The story wrote January 9th The birthing of a fucking goat Winter time Got my body freezing and spittin cold Summer time Got my mind all focused on burning coals Campfire flos cookin slow Delivered in first class Call me Mailman pushing the Envelope Got more heart than an artichoke Cream off the bars i spoke Got the money flo Are you taking notes Im taking over Heading to my throne Got the globe in the grasp of my Hand the other hand holds the Microphone Nauseous from all the noodles stuffed In the styrofoam Rather die trying than sitting Hopeless lonely and broke Facts They say this rap shit aint easy Quick to sell they soul But I rather sell cds And vinyls made of gold Platinum albums and eps While I hit the road Making hits in every city Selling merch That you can purchase on your pc And whippin up a verse thats throws It back like B.C I got the Flo killin like the L.A.P.D Life behind bars, on beats screamin free me Sipping on some liquor That be darker then my thoughts Homie dont get it twisted Like the j I just sparked If we talking ball game Then I knocked this outta the park Who is mark Let me start the story of my origins Money foraging Well balanced and proportionate One man army Equipped the stu w my ordnance Holy ordinance Making Music my heart pouring it Called me a pretty boy Women started exploring it 5 star meals Before I never afforded it Of course I got some advice When you doing good in life And you dont care about the price Just be wise with Who you ride in a foreign with Facts It's important shit You dont want no backstabbers Disguised as real rappers They lie like true actors They play the role backwards They jeli you on top But wont work to be master Quick to cut them out They all talk im all action No guns but im packing These shots when we clashing Deep thoughts like this canyon My beats I reek havoc 16's that do damage Place hits as my standard Hits hard they need bandage Freestyle I dont plan it Dreams big like this planet Fresh prince with no manners My name on these banners Sold out every seat Rip to thee slackers Work hard And go after Your heights And hit saturn Uh Astro drum patterns Till the beat gets plastered Ive been smoking so much Needa clean my act up But im whippin up a classic So maybe after Ive been blessin up these beats Flo of a pastor But every time I preech I sound like a bastard But honesty is key Karma an assassin Rather tell em how it is Then lay in a caskit Got me gasping When im rapping I disperse like a Mac 10 Im Automatic In my auto smokin gas Baby can you ash it You can puff puff that But you gotta pass it Uh Rap just how I box I be everlasting Treats beats like the bag Ima money magnet You are dryer then the dryer And you want static Youre stagnent Meet ur mortal kombatant Let me go again Let me go again Let me go again Im out here Whippin up tracks like What the fucks a hook Made a beat for breakfast Got nothing else to cook How is my fridge eggless I filled it like a book With my rhyme scheme endless Catch me chillin With the crooks in the crannies Wine old as grammy Lay a verse down Until the beat cant stand me Just Until im at the grammies They go ahead and hand me My award for fathering little rappers Like daddy Lone vigilante Haven't witnessed my best I just be chillin at the top All perched in my nest Fist clenched cuz Ion ride around with a tech The sound is too bulletproof But I don't rhyme with a vest Uh Rep a clean set Flo sharp as the cutlery Thats in the kitchen I Cut deep no recovery Always wanted more Because Cuz this broke shit bugging me But I can recognize that clean water is a luxury One thing forsure Your flo It disgusted me It caught me off guard Like you spit in my bubble tea Guarantee you little MC's don't want Trouble When my steam turns bubbles Thats a sign that you should run From me Pray you make it out luckily You don't wanna be stuck with me Unless you with your girl Change plans You can go and change that Got the world in my hand Raise yours if you fucks with me