The theme of this piece is about being themeless
I'm sk**ed enough at writing for my songs to be beatless
"Producers needed" I pa** out the leaflets
Rankin told me I got the spark like Kindle
Burned many books down, likely why I'm single
Spitting that fire, down by the bayou
Every day like its my first curious like im Calliou
Lil B in this b**h with a higher I-Q
Dropped my P's & Q's don't spect me to be mindful
Head so strong after 10 rips of a bong
Ill still checkmate you with a motherf**ing pawn
If I could beatbox I wouldn't slang rocks of Molly
Prolly wouldnt chase after loops so "fruity"
Why f** with these teens, playing on dey computees
Likely on the tip my hat say "music snooty"
Sifting thru the landfill absconding with j**elry
Lines slip my mind and I try to break their fall
Bemused as I view the scrawlings on a public stall
Per (fer) chance I'm in Milwaukee,
Saunter through the lobby
Sold a VIP tick to a lick in Abercrombie
Something wrong wit ya gait like you walkin round wit Palsy
Every year I hop the gate, one day I got too ballsy
Narco squad arrest look like a robbery
Wish I had a time turner to throw that Harry Pottery
Meanwhile they talk about Ye like some monstrosity
Who da f** is you to judge a living legend?
Murs in this b**h, elect me for president
First day in office, outlaw an*l reticence
Drop a deuce on any beat, opposite of hesitant
Texican still don't take kind to evolution
And I can't hit 94 w/o smelling the pollution
If gravity's a theory then wuddya call a fact?
Train left the rails, 4 cats ain't make it back
New York, New York, where they know the score
Beckham in this b**h ima model some drawers
A 90s kid watching Allison Mack
If I rocked the 80s I'd prolly sell crack
That with a literary knack right?
Greek yogurt in my belly yea I snack right
And what can I say?
I'm here to pave the way
Old school like Will, Feral I kid n play
Bars for days it aint hard to turn the page
Need me a zanny to curb dis road rage
Pool so many into cars I deserve my own lane
Where do I begin?
The end of the refrain??
If this is the end I'm disappointed in James
How u gonna mail a quap w no RA?
Then lose the TN I bet the same day
Somewhere now there's a box with my name
Helping the Feds establish they case
One light closer to trafficking me to cage
If I get pinched ima start tappin veins
By the time you get my refs ill have seen the end of MY days
Eyes glazed I crave the freedom like a scheme change
I stay on my feet like I'm at tolls making change
So long, say ta-ta
Fly as prada
Babies going ga-ga
Musical the language
Hunter in this b**h bring a Thompson to your banquet
Turn it to desert storm if I'm bored and I'm getting there
Swabbing my hands for explosives when I buy air fare
It ain't fair, it ain't fair,
Ya live and ya learn
World stay turnt as that kush stay burnt
Ready to unearth, some real deal homey sh**
And ima quit here, I'm almost home...
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