Rockwilder - Outta Control lyrics

Check it I'm back with it They tell me money talk I'm bout my business Rap the illest slappin critics whoever doubted my image Double the average, more drive than a black civic past the limit Smashing writtens on these tracks yo raddest disses couldn't touch the kid and i ain't talkin pedophiles Fed up with the same sh** that's why I gotta different style These lyrics paint a picture living a dream of being the biggest out I be so official tell them haters call me Mr. Miles You could tell they in denial they ain't believe i'm too nice Tell em to get a blues clues this youngin is a new sight They told me i never would earn this spot now I see them dudes lie Only 14 but they know he is on that real grind i stay fly Like delta even the elders say i'm nasty I ain't no backpack rapper i run the game like an athlete Me and rock gotcho speakers blasting back to back i'm actually A mother f-ing beast up on a beat i spit it rapidly let's get it tho With 2 verses get dudes hurting up in they membranes That pen game so wicked kicking rhymes like i'm yo sensai Chop chop you daniel sons don't compare to my sh** bro And yea i'm goin off i can see that's why they pissed doe Get it man prolly not cuz I'm too complex k**ing instrumentals mentally now who gon next Yo I used to be a loser now I gotta crew on deck And we gon take over the planet takin advantage of this madness yo Up in the studio stupid flows out la boca I'm going over the edge and I swear to god I'm the coldest The youngest emcee to get it i betchu i never stop I'm destine to straight up stack all this guap and get to the top Don't be concerned with the pigment just focus on some my content When i rhyme sh** it's like bombs that be dropping on vietnam it's Ridiculous verbs murder these lames off real quick T3 til i die and yea homie that's some real sh**