Homecoming night, people come up to me like
Bro I heard you can write, is your music on the sites
Then they ask me to spit and I come with something nice
Then they go and get they friends just so they can hear it twice
But Ima only spit this once, you gone want to hear it a bunch
But this night ain't about me its about people getting crunk
So it ain't about the raps, its about the face to laps
As a matter a fact, skip it I'll spit it twice if you want
I'm just letting out, I ain't into selling out
I would have spit something harder but they don't know what thats about
I got a beastie side and I'm not tryna let it out
Cause if I was I would have did something like this, Check it out
Nasty so I'm gross man, delivery like the post man
Better get with that program, I don't bow down to no man
Its time for me, to ride the beat, with this rhyming sheet, that I critique
And its kind of sweet, how I can be, and write lyrics with no hands,ha!
So professional, listen is what you better do
Hoping tonight that everything goes according to schedule
If it don't then that's unacceptable, I expect it to
If you a nasty thot don't approach me cause I won't mess with you,huh!
Cause they do it and get mad when they get rejected bro
Saying "I don't need you!" Good cause you'll never know
Girl if you don't want me just tell me who you gone settle for
Because its levels to this which means you ain't on my level SO so
This is the game where we carry flows, and bury pros
Stick to my bros, like Curly, Larry, Moe, there we go
You don't think I'm nice then you stuck on stupid or very slow
Cause all the smart people say "OH KILL EM" I'm Terio
Bottom line I can rap thats all you need to know
k**ing this Grim Reaper flow, cold like when its three below
They said I'm starting to sound like Eminem, I don't see it though
Cause even if I copied him don't mean that Ima keep his flow
He said," I write a rhyme a day
So its no wonder how come your whole album is sounding like a bunch of stuff that I would say"
But I could spit like Rich Homie Quan and they gone die today
Because the lyrics I'm spitting gone make you feel some type of way
But I can't play, its already a late day
And I spent most of my money wishing today was my pay day
I k**ed so many rappers hoping I don't catch a straight
But I know rats when I see them cause they make that Stevie Jay face
BLACK on BLACK, on BLACK, on BLACK
Looking smooth you ever heard the term black don't crack
Its my last year here so that's gone crack
And if you want me to spit man I got your raps
Long as my speech goes in, and my beats on ten
I don't need no friends, L E O N leon
All you dumb rapper bout to meet yo end
Better get a little bright like you bleached yo skin
Girls and guys, its a world surprise
Cause my words provide, wings for birds to fly
Its absurd to lie, this verse is way, I murder guys
On the verge to die, when I push the curse words aside
Every single rap I'm dropping bombs, its a spook
My name is Leon cause I leave everybody observing nukes
I don't represent a gang but I'm crazy like a kook
Skip the peace this is BEACE I throw it up like I puked
Or regurgitated, use what ever word to phrase it
I ain't bout that action but most of my words are verb related
You'll get terminated, when I get around like I circulated
My nephew gone be learning shapes I'll use my words to shape it
Eat rappers with sides like a octagon you less able
I'll play triangles and be closer to the next label
My circle is hot 180 is the best angle
These squares tight like knots but I rectangles
So Im straight cause you straight don't make the problem worst
Thinking bout my old crush, I remember I was hurt
Now the girls that I don't even like tryna flirt
Tapping me on the back in cla** when I'm tryna work
Man on the real I got no time for covergirls
Music is my main woman no time for other girls
That was Logic's lines I'm just reciting something thorough
Cause thats two of the newest truest bars of the world