Late nights
Early mornings...
Make sure the mic right
Before I go in...
Studio flow spitting nothing really but crack
Because I'm feigning
And Dreaming bout riches to be exact
Yo
f** the fame
Never looking down
The top is where I aim...
I bring the pain
Like that guy Major Payne...
Hold up...
Switch the flow up...
We not the same
Homie on dope beats I throw up...
I must be a dealer the way these lines shoot up...
All through ya body like a Twelve gauge shoddy in the hood bumping k**umanti...
Confusing everybody
Ha, yea I know..
Black male making music
Instead of selling that snow...
[I'm Confusing everybody
Ha, yea I know..
Black male making music
Instead of selling that snow...] (x2)
Let it breath.......
Lately I been getting focus
Going to cla** fast to avoid the clowns who really just wanna be the jokesters
Last quarter I was the one
Getting bad grades then lying to mom when my report card come
One day she sat me down And said sun
Your really bright no need to fuss and fight cause you know what's right
So I'm working every night
To accomplish a dream
Wit my team
You know gotta get by any means...
Nothing
Without
Motivation...
Haters say we dey hate dem
But f** it we still working
And never hating..
On another person who working and planning...
Like us
So why fuss
With another n***a who not in the picture
They been cropped out
How you going school me if you a drop out?
Dirty flows get mopped out when I'm cleaning
Spitting this dope sh** that hip-hop feigning
When I'm on the mic don't bike cause you can kick it where I stand
Your bellow me
Under me is where you stand...
I'm not a baby
So Please don't hold my hand
I quickly drown you dry rappers and call it quick sand... Man
Just another teen chasing man
I said I'm just another teen chasing man