Alex…
Alex…
Wake up…
I know you want it
We want it
Jus remember
Desire becomes surrender
Surrender becomes power
(Needed more)
Need a little more receiving
Born in ’97 a preemie
Came a little early
Blessing these boys and girls with genuine CD’s
Bars go harder than cement
Gotta throw dollars to see me
Remember being on tv
Tevo had my ass on rеpeat
Remote always in my control so
World bе so wicked
Don’t want my life on wiki
Getting hit with the envy
Even before my entry
Sent here but sitting in wrong century
Free me
Don’t like how they treat me
Behind me in every feat
Climbing the ladders of rap
These rhymes be my everything
One
Hot ground when I drop sounds on the city
The top down when the cops around so they hear this
I’m not bout all that top clown shit and riddles
I popped out
Mastered my style now I’m ready
My desire to be great is rising
It’s highly underrated
Try me
Won’t like it when I make this notebook real life
While the people faking
Faux smiles on faces
No time can be wasted
Isolation
Me, myself and I
We wrote rhymes in the basement
How bad you want it
If you can still sleep, you don’t want it that bad
You don’t want it
You half want it
My desire to be great is rising
It’s highly underrated
Try me
Won’t like it when I make this notebook real life
(No imagination)
Came in
Something black painted
Sashaying through the bullshit
Average phases
I’ll eradicate my existence to be with the angels
Latest one out the A
Distractions get out the way
A challenge to have so much talent
And find someone to vouch for me
Little homie said bounce for me
Tour the world, all them continents
My content my confidence
God I’m counting my accomplishments
Forgiving, yeah he might forgive you
But trust I do not forget what you did
I am not your friend
Bullshit I do not commend
Know some shooters who gone pull it
They go brazy with them clips
They’ll keep my name up out your mouth
Now make your way up off my dick
I came for the crown
Not playing around
I’m reigning it down
Been making em drown
They can’t stop me
Should I stay in my town
I want to get out
But they holding me down
All I know is the south
How can you not see
When I ain’t got no one I know the game got me
You can’t look at Bond and say I ain’t top 3
I’ll be perfecting these sounds, especially loud
Like every hour
Until its announced that I’m the new king
(I mean we got nothing but time)
(Aye, what good lil bruh)
(This Tye, man)
(I got them bumping the Red Flags down here boy, they love it)
(Get at me)
I could
I could be your influence or I could be a shirt
I could be sky high or I could be in dirt
I could be the reason why you putting in the work
I could be
Look
Could be the reason my trajectory ain’t go as planned
Could be in Congo with a Kangol with some ass in my hands
Could be the reason why my halo shining red in the dark
Or the reason the darkness keep putting my soul in a trans
Don’t want to make friends
I’ll turn your concert to wastelands
Tryna take fans, break hands
Create a play for my cult like Peyt Mann
LJ on the ravens
Raying nothing greatness on these playlists
Who complaining
Who was hating when I played the class my tape and made a comment
Tryna state that I ain’t built for the top 5 conversation
But its stranger cause these strangers DM me
Say I’m their favorite
I arrange my game to adapt
Too advanced, too abstract
Keep on singing about my old bitch
Cause I ain’t got a new one
No old schemes, I’m plotting new ones
No old hoes, I ride with new ones
My taste ain’t too common
Survived college nights off some ramen noodles
I got to pay homage
These cautions I was taught are not on YouTube
I’m a new god
Whole planet I’ma rule it
Was sent here to move with truth
Yes I been here, no longer newest
Bonded music been working on improvement
We don’t ponder
We just power through these cons
To get a tower of these commas
Real niggas make a way for other niggas
Real niggas keep it one-thou
Real niggas never take orders
Real niggas want that shit now
Rubbing jergens on my girl cause her stomach hurting
Lovely curtains dress the room thanks to her monthly earnings
Nothing certain when it come to love
Well all we really did was fuck
So I can’t fake love a person like they something urgent
My mother yearning for the time and day the one returning
I told her look up in the sky because your son is burning
Walking on water
Love the feeling of the bubbling surface
Love the applause
Your girl sitting in the front she shirtless
A fast mission, tryna fish for the bad bitches
Scat drifting, venti cappuccinos and waxed kittens
Fenti pack cause she know how to lure in the bag quickly
Don’t act different
When you feel how that silicone ass hitting
Will the throne be able to heal the soul
Conceal the whole giant that I am until I’m old
In hills of gold
I wield a chrome sword in the realm of the spiritual
Ain’t showing no remorse if you mess with my ritual
My nigga
In the beginning, Bond created rhymes
To challenge the mind
Overcome the obstacles inside
He thought he was blind
Til' he rid the mud from his eyes
Now he feeling alive
With a good reason to survive
To no surprise he’d run into evil along the ride
Many people who saw he as an equal was ill advised
Then the females who was more than lethal
Left him with no sequel or reprise
Now he blasting all his beats up to the sky
Real niggas make a way for other niggas
Real niggas keep it one-thou
Alex…
Wake up…
I know you want it
We want it
Jus remember
Desire becomes surrender
Surrender becomes power
(Needed more)
Need a little more receiving
Born in ’97 a preemie
Came a little early
Blessing these boys and girls with genuine CD’s
Bars go harder than cement
Gotta throw dollars to see me
Remember being on tv
Tevo had my ass on rеpeat
Remote always in my control so
World bе so wicked
Don’t want my life on wiki
Getting hit with the envy
Even before my entry
Sent here but sitting in wrong century
Free me
Don’t like how they treat me
Behind me in every feat
Climbing the ladders of rap
These rhymes be my everything
One
Hot ground when I drop sounds on the city
The top down when the cops around so they hear this
I’m not bout all that top clown shit and riddles
I popped out
Mastered my style now I’m ready
My desire to be great is rising
It’s highly underrated
Try me
Won’t like it when I make this notebook real life
While the people faking
Faux smiles on faces
No time can be wasted
Isolation
Me, myself and I
We wrote rhymes in the basement
How bad you want it
If you can still sleep, you don’t want it that bad
You don’t want it
You half want it
My desire to be great is rising
It’s highly underrated
Try me
Won’t like it when I make this notebook real life
(No imagination)
Came in
Something black painted
Sashaying through the bullshit
Average phases
I’ll eradicate my existence to be with the angels
Latest one out the A
Distractions get out the way
A challenge to have so much talent
And find someone to vouch for me
Little homie said bounce for me
Tour the world, all them continents
My content my confidence
God I’m counting my accomplishments
Forgiving, yeah he might forgive you
But trust I do not forget what you did
I am not your friend
Bullshit I do not commend
Know some shooters who gone pull it
They go brazy with them clips
They’ll keep my name up out your mouth
Now make your way up off my dick
I came for the crown
Not playing around
I’m reigning it down
Been making em drown
They can’t stop me
Should I stay in my town
I want to get out
But they holding me down
All I know is the south
How can you not see
When I ain’t got no one I know the game got me
You can’t look at Bond and say I ain’t top 3
I’ll be perfecting these sounds, especially loud
Like every hour
Until its announced that I’m the new king
(I mean we got nothing but time)
(Aye, what good lil bruh)
(This Tye, man)
(I got them bumping the Red Flags down here boy, they love it)
(Get at me)
I could
I could be your influence or I could be a shirt
I could be sky high or I could be in dirt
I could be the reason why you putting in the work
I could be
Look
Could be the reason my trajectory ain’t go as planned
Could be in Congo with a Kangol with some ass in my hands
Could be the reason why my halo shining red in the dark
Or the reason the darkness keep putting my soul in a trans
Don’t want to make friends
I’ll turn your concert to wastelands
Tryna take fans, break hands
Create a play for my cult like Peyt Mann
LJ on the ravens
Raying nothing greatness on these playlists
Who complaining
Who was hating when I played the class my tape and made a comment
Tryna state that I ain’t built for the top 5 conversation
But its stranger cause these strangers DM me
Say I’m their favorite
I arrange my game to adapt
Too advanced, too abstract
Keep on singing about my old bitch
Cause I ain’t got a new one
No old schemes, I’m plotting new ones
No old hoes, I ride with new ones
My taste ain’t too common
Survived college nights off some ramen noodles
I got to pay homage
These cautions I was taught are not on YouTube
I’m a new god
Whole planet I’ma rule it
Was sent here to move with truth
Yes I been here, no longer newest
Bonded music been working on improvement
We don’t ponder
We just power through these cons
To get a tower of these commas
Real niggas make a way for other niggas
Real niggas keep it one-thou
Real niggas never take orders
Real niggas want that shit now
Rubbing jergens on my girl cause her stomach hurting
Lovely curtains dress the room thanks to her monthly earnings
Nothing certain when it come to love
Well all we really did was fuck
So I can’t fake love a person like they something urgent
My mother yearning for the time and day the one returning
I told her look up in the sky because your son is burning
Walking on water
Love the feeling of the bubbling surface
Love the applause
Your girl sitting in the front she shirtless
A fast mission, tryna fish for the bad bitches
Scat drifting, venti cappuccinos and waxed kittens
Fenti pack cause she know how to lure in the bag quickly
Don’t act different
When you feel how that silicone ass hitting
Will the throne be able to heal the soul
Conceal the whole giant that I am until I’m old
In hills of gold
I wield a chrome sword in the realm of the spiritual
Ain’t showing no remorse if you mess with my ritual
My nigga
In the beginning, Bond created rhymes
To challenge the mind
Overcome the obstacles inside
He thought he was blind
Til' he rid the mud from his eyes
Now he feeling alive
With a good reason to survive
To no surprise he’d run into evil along the ride
Many people who saw he as an equal was ill advised
Then the females who was more than lethal
Left him with no sequel or reprise
Now he blasting all his beats up to the sky
Real niggas make a way for other niggas
Real niggas keep it one-thou
( Alex Bond )
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