Welcome to this lion fest
I am king
My bitch, lioness
Rhyming for a dime or less
Just trynna buy a nest
Dying to eye it
I'm blinded but sure to find success
And cause I love it
Fucking up shit while I fly this quest
Mad steelo, niggas below average
Jazz spits battery acid to see mo' cash
And he goes black in the shadows in the slums where the gravel splits
He's a ninja, you're a simple symp a son of an addict bitch
And I'm the crack man, dope man, take a gram
Not a cracker but a sack of that smack it will make you scramble
Don't take for granted this shit you getting handed
Cause this shit you got to work for is way harder to manage
I spit Manwich brand shit
What? O. You got a man
I won't hold you up, I ain't a kickstand bitch
I got no class, cause I was playing ditch
Walking the halls, told teacher I had the brand shits
I was branded, everyday I planned skip
Entertainment: iPhone apps and a sandwich
Fuck school, wrote in every bathroom on campus
And a piss puddle for the janitor to stand in
Clock set six
I get up pissed cause my moms wouldn't fall for my trick to play sick
She hated my creative, couldn't take my allegations
Rebel to whomever tries to stop me from creating
She made it agitating trynna steer me to that gay shit
Makeshift, skate all day without a break shift
Now I'm dope as a fucking zip of coke
Raps blood clot, whoever listens can get a stroke
Got steez, got bitches
All I'm missing is a rope to lynch every faggot that wishing I end up broke
I am king
My bitch, lioness
Rhyming for a dime or less
Just trynna buy a nest
Dying to eye it
I'm blinded but sure to find success
And cause I love it
Fucking up shit while I fly this quest
Mad steelo, niggas below average
Jazz spits battery acid to see mo' cash
And he goes black in the shadows in the slums where the gravel splits
He's a ninja, you're a simple symp a son of an addict bitch
And I'm the crack man, dope man, take a gram
Not a cracker but a sack of that smack it will make you scramble
Don't take for granted this shit you getting handed
Cause this shit you got to work for is way harder to manage
I spit Manwich brand shit
What? O. You got a man
I won't hold you up, I ain't a kickstand bitch
I got no class, cause I was playing ditch
Walking the halls, told teacher I had the brand shits
I was branded, everyday I planned skip
Entertainment: iPhone apps and a sandwich
Fuck school, wrote in every bathroom on campus
And a piss puddle for the janitor to stand in
Clock set six
I get up pissed cause my moms wouldn't fall for my trick to play sick
She hated my creative, couldn't take my allegations
Rebel to whomever tries to stop me from creating
She made it agitating trynna steer me to that gay shit
Makeshift, skate all day without a break shift
Now I'm dope as a fucking zip of coke
Raps blood clot, whoever listens can get a stroke
Got steez, got bitches
All I'm missing is a rope to lynch every faggot that wishing I end up broke
( Jazz )
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