You had the first laugh when you knew I couldn't spit
Now I'm getting views every single couple hits
And this school work really getting on top of me
To the people be hating debate I guess you'll see
Cuz if I keep grinding spitting rhymes with the illest of dimes smooth timing
Me I'm scrubbing until I'm shining
See that coal that turns into a diamond
I just locked on like damn we're the fliest
I just hope the fans running up the lining
While we be slick kids fine night dining
Yeah my works always on some fine sh**
We never gone never wrong attic living really took it quite far
We pretty low on the chain but I swear to god we going like too hard
Naw I be spitting these rhythms raising the building man I'm attic living making music till the d**h of me
Running low on breath now I got a problem
Can't help I'm a f**ing big beat scoffer
Now we got a few potential watchers
From just sky blue to a couple indie label offers
Man you haters say whatever while I'm making good music later you be ringing chicks in your local newspaper
Let the 'player' play
Wake your mom up with loud phone s**
Hearing aids
And my dad getting mad cuz I stay up late
And the fans getting proud cuz we headed for cake
One day I'll have the last laugh, Just keep watching me
I got what I want on lock my prophesy
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