I write sounds,
Don't write for the hype
Don't write for the light type ones
I drop bombs
And I ain't stopping 'till I'm
I'm copping what I'm wanting, motherf**er,
Here we go!
Y'all know my speed low hero
Save my city from them cheese oh be real
Hommie, I'm singing my a** off like I'm Cee-lo
Ladi dadi dadi they just wanna party
But my I'm pulling the kool aids
Keep on spitting, sh** retarded
I don't rap about generic sh**
I don't rap about Bugattiz
I don't rap about rapping circles
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My rappers are body body
Do it for the fans, don't d it for the shine
Don't do it for the ups, I'll do it for the grind
I do it for the moment, don't do it for the time, now
You can never really say when I'm in my prime rim
Now uppidy ups don't mean a lot,
When I'm diggidy down down y'all seem to pop
Without them i probably wouldn't be a lot
Just a normal a** kid who dream a lot
f** boys, don't see a lot
Keep telling me that I don't keep a G a lot
'Cause I don't talk about giving girls D a lot
I guess being myself is who I be a lot
What is real, what is real, what is real?
I don't know, I guess before I leave
that's something you gon' feel
Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it
Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic
Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it
Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic
This dream I believe in
I guess I had my own reasons
I was chiefing every evening
Mom calling plus my phone beeping
I ain't pickin up
I aint pickin up
Want to live it really but I never live it up
Mather of fact, I've been thinking about gotta give it up
But my homie tell me that I'm really ill as f**
So I wrote the hook down
Barely look down
All it took now
Was a good sound
Write the bars and layed it down
And when I layed her down I just played her loud
Like
What if i just
Tell you right now
Everything you ever wanted
you can have it
That right there, is why I do this
I was gonna be the coolest!
Now, motherf**er, I'm gonna be the truest man
I wake up in the morning, I ain't gotta be a different body
Why i turn the mic on or when you got an icon
Aim it in my face with the flash of the light on
Number one to give a writer something to bite on
Say cheese for the cameraman
You know a bro just rappin for his gramma man
Got hits like ram jam bam balam
And i aint stopping till my momma see a grammy man, like
Hey, exit exit, don't read the text, the performance's better
You can check the show and get your critique on
And we can feel the vibe and sing it all together like
Hey, doctor doctor, dont cure my a** before i divide and conquer
Ex-haters sayin that my flow is bonkers
You wanna be real well dont wait no longer
Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it
Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic
(Its about time for the tango!)
One long day turn to one long dream, dream
Yeah the show well it aint what it seem, seem
No this aint here no party music, but you can party to it
Everything i do i put my hear into it
But you can party to it
No this aint here no party music, but you can party to it
Everything i do i put my hear into it
But you can party to it
Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it
Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic
Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it
Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic
(Thats why i do this)
(that right there)