I was blessed with a gift and thats rapping
So in this present im the best no slacking
I don’t ever front, what I say boy im backing
Tell him dont sleep on his hustle i’ll nap him
I get girls let me reflect
Now im Bussing in this wave I can Sea Sex
Where im from banging dont get you respect
You dont understand the hood your some v-necks
Im all fire let me melt this
They dont see me no more im on some stealth shit
I think a label needs to help this
Im all about Me put me on the market I can sell fish
Playing cod thinking what i got to brag about
They on my nuts I aint even brought a banger out
and I dont wanna see a man about
Its man down man down if I ever bring rihanna out
Im in the booth and im making those hits
My brothers on the blocks they be breaking those bits
Any violation we raising those sticks
Got a couple g’s fresh that aint taking no lip
No diss, im in touch with the game
I love music i aint tryna buss for a name
I got a few fans some beautiful people
Chris brownings wanna fuck for the fame
and word to my mother im the nicest
Do it like a dude this price tag is priceless
Jet lag swag im the flyest
Freestyles are hard I dont need to touch mic to show im righteous
They got me thinking bout cribs
Drinking outta bottles we aint drinking out lids
Im tryna give my family the best life
So until I buss I aint tryna think about kids
and these days they dont recognise talent
I told her gimme Space cos i need time to Planet
Lyrically out of this world, we dont balance
Tell me how the fuck they’ve blown and i haven’t
But fuck that ima blow in Time, I dont watch them
n***** did you Clock that line
The way i did it again did you Clock that line
I never had a guilty mind, they cant stop my grind
So I was only 16 and had a big nine
Throwing mod swings how can I let shit slide
From the playground I had to climb out the frame
I never been one of them kids to dick ride
and am I really that good thats the new riddle
Them man try hard to spit i just loose dribble
Them man do alot so they dont say much
Them man be talking to the pigs and they do-little
Uh
Speak to me with a nice tone nik nak paddy wack give the cat a light bone
Head in my music, i aint tryna fall off
So if it gets peak i got 3g’s that iPhone
Listen SBTV my mums got a blessing im so blessed to be me
You see me i joint the move waver
Im an index because I got a point to prove
But i aint tryna lift a gun,
Leave me alone I aint tryna rip a lung
I know burners yeh the 45ths the one
Fuck the 9 to 5
I ain’t the Four Fifty 1!
So in this present im the best no slacking
I don’t ever front, what I say boy im backing
Tell him dont sleep on his hustle i’ll nap him
I get girls let me reflect
Now im Bussing in this wave I can Sea Sex
Where im from banging dont get you respect
You dont understand the hood your some v-necks
Im all fire let me melt this
They dont see me no more im on some stealth shit
I think a label needs to help this
Im all about Me put me on the market I can sell fish
Playing cod thinking what i got to brag about
They on my nuts I aint even brought a banger out
and I dont wanna see a man about
Its man down man down if I ever bring rihanna out
Im in the booth and im making those hits
My brothers on the blocks they be breaking those bits
Any violation we raising those sticks
Got a couple g’s fresh that aint taking no lip
No diss, im in touch with the game
I love music i aint tryna buss for a name
I got a few fans some beautiful people
Chris brownings wanna fuck for the fame
and word to my mother im the nicest
Do it like a dude this price tag is priceless
Jet lag swag im the flyest
Freestyles are hard I dont need to touch mic to show im righteous
They got me thinking bout cribs
Drinking outta bottles we aint drinking out lids
Im tryna give my family the best life
So until I buss I aint tryna think about kids
and these days they dont recognise talent
I told her gimme Space cos i need time to Planet
Lyrically out of this world, we dont balance
Tell me how the fuck they’ve blown and i haven’t
But fuck that ima blow in Time, I dont watch them
n***** did you Clock that line
The way i did it again did you Clock that line
I never had a guilty mind, they cant stop my grind
So I was only 16 and had a big nine
Throwing mod swings how can I let shit slide
From the playground I had to climb out the frame
I never been one of them kids to dick ride
and am I really that good thats the new riddle
Them man try hard to spit i just loose dribble
Them man do alot so they dont say much
Them man be talking to the pigs and they do-little
Uh
Speak to me with a nice tone nik nak paddy wack give the cat a light bone
Head in my music, i aint tryna fall off
So if it gets peak i got 3g’s that iPhone
Listen SBTV my mums got a blessing im so blessed to be me
You see me i joint the move waver
Im an index because I got a point to prove
But i aint tryna lift a gun,
Leave me alone I aint tryna rip a lung
I know burners yeh the 45ths the one
Fuck the 9 to 5
I ain’t the Four Fifty 1!
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