[Verse 1]
They look at my bars like that's fantastic
Tryna predict me and telegraph it
Break a bone when you play your role no perfect casting
Or acting
Full of flows & clothes I'm fashion rapping
I'm the target
Like I worked at a supermarket
I be bagging
Reach for the moon but I won't wave my flag in
I won't give up
Tryna work things out but I won't sit up
More like push up the comp out of the way
I spit more arts than the statue of David molded by clay
Hypothesis
Never had a pot to piss
Now I got a machine to wash all the dish
Call me the cleanser
Cause I ate rappers for dinner
Lunch and breakfast
Ill throw in a snack if you give me another second
Have their head snap back
Call that matrix
Faces
Face it
Ill keep your mouth straightened
But give you full body braces
Hand with a pencil not much erasing
It's my destiny I have all the traits in
Now I got wait and
I have all my fate in
Forget all the triggery
Literally
Ill rap
Over the click clack
Symphony
Try to cut me out without the rules of symmetry
But they want the hands so ill be like Ali
Float like a bu*terfly & my bee
Has stung
Tryna C Y I'm Young
But I'll make a ER come
A ambulance heading your way
It'll come see you today
You try to ruin my play
You'll most likely lay
In your closet full of skeletons
You ain't making noise better yell again
Get a HORN and some ETS to phone home I ain't talking no pelicans
You'll never live to sell again
Or tell again
Sign your soul with the devil ill make you see hell again
Your rhymes so irrelevant
What's a giant to an elephant
Better off tryna come again more prepared
Ill plan to match them with the ground that's pre paired
Bite Adams forbidden fruit you ain't pre pared
And that's only my plot that I had prepared
I continually hear some say
They wrote 80 raps in a few days
Well to me that's not talent or effort
That's just pushing out a bunch of words to see which fits better
And I could nitpick
Your songs but ill use yours as a bottom setter
And see who's people would most likely remember
First day of September when I write this
Probably gonna be December when I mic this
But if that proves anything it's that I'm trying
& my records won't FALL despite the climate
I'm just a Lil youngin grindin
Just waiting praying for his time and I could really get slaying with this rhyme then
There would be no competition climbing
If I want that yet i don't know
Cause others make me write & other make me flow
They slip on a mistake those others make me go
And write some thing and let these others rappers know
Have them in my palms and I'm a let them go
Now what is competition
I'm tryna make it so I have every other missing
But the fact their own mothers can't refuse to listen
To my words swear I'm preaching
Or speaking words of wisdom
When I'm just spitting
And telling the truth & acting different
[Hook]
Some can't stand I'm just tryna climb
Always in my plans just waiting for my time
Took the pen and ran tryna make these rhymes
Others make grands
& I'm just on my grind
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[Verse 2]
Bit right into the lime
As sour as it was
I write all my lines
With tears and blood
Pour my heart on a beat
Make others take a seat
You only as real as the company you keep
So I advise you seek
Some guidance
Ill sneak up on you in private
And we can get fighting
We can get spitting you can get writing
Ill go off the top like I was sky diving
Run back my words win the hiesman
I'm charged up like I'm on ions start crying
I could easily win with g's better start flying
And they slept on me cause they were lying
Saying my music wasn't In their liking
When you listen to me add a hyphen
And label me rap savior cause it was dying
I rebirth it
Rehearse it
Make it perfect
Verses
Lead to hurses
Versus
Yours d**h it ain't worth it
Curses
My journey
Bring out that gurney
Sleep on that
Then relax
And know I'm bringing real rap
Straight back
Spinal chord
Tell my boy E to hit record
Might even ask him to produce
Make sure he ain't a fluke
But this is just what you have to do
When you
Or I'm
ON MY GRIND