Gotta flow, cuz' this is all I know
Check..
[Verse 1]
Y'all cats illiterate in a box you put em
I'm Writing to this beat about to strip it of its innocence
And in a sense, you can that I'm the illest in
This rap shit, in these streets where the hitters is
The sun dont shine where I write my rhymes
All in it when the mic is on and its my time
I'm in the Grindhouse with it 33 Pippens
Spitting on this mission and missing be dismissive
Bout the ways of my past time, back to black side
These increments of instruments through all the cash I'm
On this grind till it's imminent that my cash right
Misunderstood from the image cuz' they that blind
A couple Shots and I'm off of my shit
A couple blocks to the shop tryna' cop it and dip
I'm non stop nonchalant grab the audiences
Had the audacity to ask me is this beat gonna hit
[Verse 2]
Blowin like land mines ain't even got a lanyard
But I'm in the land laughing at you with yo land lerd(land lord)
Woulda' said land lord lord and fucked up the wordplay
Words so vivid prescription burning this spinach
I be serving the masses gone and rub this on yo gums
Crumble this up in yo blunts I'm overdosing on my founds
I said run, faster, time it ain't waiting
Father clock he ain't patient and yo shadows only fading
Get yo numbers up before you get forgotten in this jungle
Acknowledge that you colder but remain to keep it humble
For the record this isn't yo average record
Headed to that level they claiming they do it better
All the time Ima grind till I pass out
Roll it up and pass it till all the passengers black out
Up north to the stu them I'm leaving heading back south
Ima scream n shout to a fat crowd in my town
[Verse 3]
I'm sitting in box tryna talk to a mic
Am I crazy brah, I ain't making this up
I ain't' talking down on none you niggas that suck
Don't give a..wait a minute, please hold the profanity
This time less, bout to take you into infinity
Some different shit so the hipster kids gone be feeling me
We come to enlighten you
We are in inviting you to come through and listen to some tunes true
True, I ain't tryna save hip hop
Or be cold as jay was or be in the 10 top
I mean the top 10 cuz I'm going for top 5
Why I don't get enough shine
So I heard thats the street on the word
I mean the word on the street, the coldest cat in the burbs
More like rap wizard mad differ...rent
Spent all my money on reggie and wheat Timbs
[Verse 4]
That's the story of y'all life and boy I hope I got it right
Hope to see the fucking night without seeing them blue lights
I'm fucking damned in the land of them red and blue stripes
Blue and and white flag rep my city with fucking pride
But fuck the niggas who in it boa y'all killing y'all self
But I'm the cancer to youth I got the cure on my shelf
Conspiracy the way my enemies get rid of me
Riddling these bar hot like hot sauce august
All them people who notice im the coldest
Hocus pocus fly as locusts up in ocean tides
I know you kiddies ride the wave but I open eyes
Marty Marr weed sticky like open thighs
True, Im the one she fucking rolls n passes to
And she disgusted with you lames looking past you
Past due, this emcee underrated you could
Take that to the bank tell yo Mama nem' that you made it
Check..
[Verse 1]
Y'all cats illiterate in a box you put em
I'm Writing to this beat about to strip it of its innocence
And in a sense, you can that I'm the illest in
This rap shit, in these streets where the hitters is
The sun dont shine where I write my rhymes
All in it when the mic is on and its my time
I'm in the Grindhouse with it 33 Pippens
Spitting on this mission and missing be dismissive
Bout the ways of my past time, back to black side
These increments of instruments through all the cash I'm
On this grind till it's imminent that my cash right
Misunderstood from the image cuz' they that blind
A couple Shots and I'm off of my shit
A couple blocks to the shop tryna' cop it and dip
I'm non stop nonchalant grab the audiences
Had the audacity to ask me is this beat gonna hit
[Verse 2]
Blowin like land mines ain't even got a lanyard
But I'm in the land laughing at you with yo land lerd(land lord)
Woulda' said land lord lord and fucked up the wordplay
Words so vivid prescription burning this spinach
I be serving the masses gone and rub this on yo gums
Crumble this up in yo blunts I'm overdosing on my founds
I said run, faster, time it ain't waiting
Father clock he ain't patient and yo shadows only fading
Get yo numbers up before you get forgotten in this jungle
Acknowledge that you colder but remain to keep it humble
For the record this isn't yo average record
Headed to that level they claiming they do it better
All the time Ima grind till I pass out
Roll it up and pass it till all the passengers black out
Up north to the stu them I'm leaving heading back south
Ima scream n shout to a fat crowd in my town
[Verse 3]
I'm sitting in box tryna talk to a mic
Am I crazy brah, I ain't making this up
I ain't' talking down on none you niggas that suck
Don't give a..wait a minute, please hold the profanity
This time less, bout to take you into infinity
Some different shit so the hipster kids gone be feeling me
We come to enlighten you
We are in inviting you to come through and listen to some tunes true
True, I ain't tryna save hip hop
Or be cold as jay was or be in the 10 top
I mean the top 10 cuz I'm going for top 5
Why I don't get enough shine
So I heard thats the street on the word
I mean the word on the street, the coldest cat in the burbs
More like rap wizard mad differ...rent
Spent all my money on reggie and wheat Timbs
[Verse 4]
That's the story of y'all life and boy I hope I got it right
Hope to see the fucking night without seeing them blue lights
I'm fucking damned in the land of them red and blue stripes
Blue and and white flag rep my city with fucking pride
But fuck the niggas who in it boa y'all killing y'all self
But I'm the cancer to youth I got the cure on my shelf
Conspiracy the way my enemies get rid of me
Riddling these bar hot like hot sauce august
All them people who notice im the coldest
Hocus pocus fly as locusts up in ocean tides
I know you kiddies ride the wave but I open eyes
Marty Marr weed sticky like open thighs
True, Im the one she fucking rolls n passes to
And she disgusted with you lames looking past you
Past due, this emcee underrated you could
Take that to the bank tell yo Mama nem' that you made it
( MARTIN $KY )
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