Ayyo
Uhn, it's rhymey on this
Yo
Man I'm highly blessed with rhymes
Intense and fly
Rhymey's skeptical
Yet to climb heights
But test his flows then you'll get the highlight I'm setting
Yo
I'm the best in my time, I bet you know
Influencing my guys and many bros
I ain't resting, I write to bless some souls
Impressed though I'm yet to climb high and rest
But I'm getting close
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
Man I'm back with blazing, bold tracks
Insane with flows
I'm the flame you don't have
I'm crazy
Y'all rappers lame and yo's fact, embrace it
Dawg, I'm no saint
This bro raps to take you bros down the grave
Come tap the grace if y'all plan to be great
I'm way pass insane
My flow's hard to get like proverbs
I'm yet to go far but man I know I'll be great
When I spit I'm a dictator to you dicks
You all big haters of my shits
Fellas, you all pretenders
I'm a king with a big standard
I'm a freak cus I think better than you peeps?
I'm a real menace
You all weak, careless and I think you a bit jealous of of my wins
These fellas are indeed cheap
And I keep telling all you kids I'm a bit farther than you think
And I kill with my ink
And that shit's murder
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
Yo
I'm besting foes, I checked
I'm destined to be wrecking hoes
I'm blessed with Impressive flows I've mastered
Bros I'm packed
I'm intense, a volt that'll shock you bros to death
I'm Respected
Yo don't test me bro, the heck?
The strength I hold is woken when I'm vexed
I tend to pose a threat to tons of men
No exceptions tho
I'm here to get respect
Yo
It's a blast when I make songs
I was made as a God, you were made cocks
They be spitting out trashes when they talk
So it's all really clear what they're made of
I ain't seeking for peace cus I make wars
Man I'm dangerous
I attack just with plain words
I'm a scar
I'm a flame torched
But you rapper's are wack and that's lame uhn...
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
Uhn, it's rhymey on this
Yo
Man I'm highly blessed with rhymes
Intense and fly
Rhymey's skeptical
Yet to climb heights
But test his flows then you'll get the highlight I'm setting
Yo
I'm the best in my time, I bet you know
Influencing my guys and many bros
I ain't resting, I write to bless some souls
Impressed though I'm yet to climb high and rest
But I'm getting close
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
Man I'm back with blazing, bold tracks
Insane with flows
I'm the flame you don't have
I'm crazy
Y'all rappers lame and yo's fact, embrace it
Dawg, I'm no saint
This bro raps to take you bros down the grave
Come tap the grace if y'all plan to be great
I'm way pass insane
My flow's hard to get like proverbs
I'm yet to go far but man I know I'll be great
When I spit I'm a dictator to you dicks
You all big haters of my shits
Fellas, you all pretenders
I'm a king with a big standard
I'm a freak cus I think better than you peeps?
I'm a real menace
You all weak, careless and I think you a bit jealous of of my wins
These fellas are indeed cheap
And I keep telling all you kids I'm a bit farther than you think
And I kill with my ink
And that shit's murder
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
Yo
I'm besting foes, I checked
I'm destined to be wrecking hoes
I'm blessed with Impressive flows I've mastered
Bros I'm packed
I'm intense, a volt that'll shock you bros to death
I'm Respected
Yo don't test me bro, the heck?
The strength I hold is woken when I'm vexed
I tend to pose a threat to tons of men
No exceptions tho
I'm here to get respect
Yo
It's a blast when I make songs
I was made as a God, you were made cocks
They be spitting out trashes when they talk
So it's all really clear what they're made of
I ain't seeking for peace cus I make wars
Man I'm dangerous
I attack just with plain words
I'm a scar
I'm a flame torched
But you rapper's are wack and that's lame uhn...
Is it hard to just understand
That no plot that you make's gonna stop my plan
I'm entitled to fame, momma's blessed hands
I'mma rise to be great, you can't stop my plan
( Rhymey )
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