Ask myself where I'll be in the next five years
Hope I’m free-er than the ocean, non-affected by peers
Manage to have the answers for every question I feared
Protected by my blessings through my victimized glare
Hypnotized, yeah, since a youngin' played defense
The metaphor fiend, mean, Chesapeake Beacon
How ya dickface sleepin' when the mixtape's heatin’?
Ain’t a third world country but this shit ain't Sweden
Hardball, chiefin', apocalypse crazy
And shoot ya mob better than a Martin Scorcese
The whip cream, lookin' a carton of gravy
The crib mean, lookin' like I parked in a Macy’s
Love my chicks thick, can’t fuck with them dainty
Slangin' fun bags, she can’t cover with pasties
Call 'em the K-Ci, turn a gentleman racy
Now sample that beat like ya Timbaland, baby
Us rappers ain't stars, not hard to reach yet
Grind like I’m starved, with a heart to eat less
And give more, patchin' up the hood like a seamstress
Speech blessed, put my chest out like it’s freakfest
Hopped out the Lexus, and hopped up in the throne
These rappers out they groove like they poppin' out a bone
Keep my flow on Loch, I’ma monster in my own
You will never be the one, that’s a part of being clones
I’m fine, satisfied that nobody really know me
So flowers, you can save em for the birds, no poultry
I rap, no poetry, I live life cozy
I’ll take over ya spot like Melvin did Jodie
Competition ain’t a thing, when nobody in the ring
Put a rapper in a sling, and act as snobby as a king
Hardcore clubber, even Rocky couldn’t swing
Wanna beef? Get the baseball bat poppin' like I’m Sting
Thirty-four or sum’n bars, the best I give
Finna be the biggest Smalls since that Bed-Stuy kid
Gon’ thinks its lava if you second-guess my spit
Hope I’m free-er than the ocean, non-affected by peers
Manage to have the answers for every question I feared
Protected by my blessings through my victimized glare
Hypnotized, yeah, since a youngin' played defense
The metaphor fiend, mean, Chesapeake Beacon
How ya dickface sleepin' when the mixtape's heatin’?
Ain’t a third world country but this shit ain't Sweden
Hardball, chiefin', apocalypse crazy
And shoot ya mob better than a Martin Scorcese
The whip cream, lookin' a carton of gravy
The crib mean, lookin' like I parked in a Macy’s
Love my chicks thick, can’t fuck with them dainty
Slangin' fun bags, she can’t cover with pasties
Call 'em the K-Ci, turn a gentleman racy
Now sample that beat like ya Timbaland, baby
Us rappers ain't stars, not hard to reach yet
Grind like I’m starved, with a heart to eat less
And give more, patchin' up the hood like a seamstress
Speech blessed, put my chest out like it’s freakfest
Hopped out the Lexus, and hopped up in the throne
These rappers out they groove like they poppin' out a bone
Keep my flow on Loch, I’ma monster in my own
You will never be the one, that’s a part of being clones
I’m fine, satisfied that nobody really know me
So flowers, you can save em for the birds, no poultry
I rap, no poetry, I live life cozy
I’ll take over ya spot like Melvin did Jodie
Competition ain’t a thing, when nobody in the ring
Put a rapper in a sling, and act as snobby as a king
Hardcore clubber, even Rocky couldn’t swing
Wanna beef? Get the baseball bat poppin' like I’m Sting
Thirty-four or sum’n bars, the best I give
Finna be the biggest Smalls since that Bed-Stuy kid
Gon’ thinks its lava if you second-guess my spit
( Chop )
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