@ProducedByDA - Green Lights lyrics

My intellect has intersected with my pa**ion My creed's to get you higher and to be the games a**a**in Now who's laughing? I'm working like a madman To be the don draped in satin, I see men starting to Respect me, all I need is an “ay, ay, captain” Frack the rock, ga**ed up from what I've tapped in Two of you would make me slacking, your style has My eyes wet and hands knee slapping, Google mapping The headquarters of thee rapping, got your girl D catching I'm the reason you are both detaching, and your momma Turned you into a latchkey, I ever need my dogs, they as Loyal as La**ie and the L alliteration for you losers who are lacking I'm relaxing like an unretired lacrosse player who's ragging In every verse your nagging, needs a little punch dummy My flow mean yo, it probably stole your lunch money Give it up, on a mission to live it up like Gods Bring it back if you don't try hard, counter clockwise on your iPod Rewind, quit now or at least be wise and revise These local rappers kinda shy like a Lake Street drive No dimes, but they ate four fives, no surprise, and I'm sure that they're pain gets heavy ‘cause I came with The illest sound ever like a swoosh through a chain net Mind's insane I don't know where my brain went But getting it from honeys been the closest thing I can get Trying to get my game set, scrabble up your cranium My rhymes are more bomb than Einstein holding uranium I'm trying to pack a stadium off online sales, so I can Measure money on my scales, that's bars of gold I drop the scent of rappers on my trail, it's to the Lands with the palms I sail, tell your cla**mates Tardy teachers in the game make the cla** wait Meanwhile I rock the mic like Pippin on a fast break Ma** hate, but I still profess my finenessness ‘Bout to make that sundress drop like the S is I don't know what stress is right now because less is more I'm underground hitting a broom to the floor, left the Nest and I soared, majestic presence galore, the Obsolescent unpleasant scent of these peasants is poor My tribe's quest will endure, we're on a tour for awards I'm the earth personified, fire derives from my core Your verse seems more of a chore than something Meaningfully bore That's probably why they're always Leaving me bored, it doesn't seem right When all these fake personas always come off fiend like I think dark, I dream bright, my eyeballs just beam light Raoul in the drop top I came up on the scene right Why would I stop when all I've ever seen is green lights?