Wes Manchild - Autobots lyrics

And I been, running and running it's like a marathon. Ain't even in no bag yet, this here is just a carry on. Make hits i'm Barry Bonds, fresher than every prom. Lyrical miracles, i'll turn Evian to Sauvignon. Deliver you spirituals what this pen a do, they minimal, minuscule, these proportions are biblical. Revenge is due i'm cynical, all that hating is pitiful. It's pivotal, that word gets around like an inter tube. They ain't into you, you act like you special. They got you ga**ed, I ain't got no snaps on that petrol. Let go, we see you but you need more people. We don't believe you, backwards read it in hebrew. This is cathedral, me and Wes going off again. And ain't a damn thing change but the offering. Pa** the plate around they asking for the cash, filled it with the chicken bones like "I thought it was the trash". I laugh The fix you need, fix ya knees you been tired. Ask "who's flows is crack?", i'm Len Bias-ed. I nominate myself, hope it equates to wealth, Klubhouse Jameson bottles a dominate the shelf. From unknown to people feeling he the best really, I told manchild a lots changed since wEST Chilly. I never claimed to be the king nah, thats Gillie. A couple catch on late but face it thats Philly. They know my name though, and I ain't mad at all. They researched and downloaded my catalogs. The k**ers feel me swear thats shocking as a cattle prod, and i'm poppin with the white boys the flow is Adderall. Shoot for the moon, I seen myself on Mars. I come prepared, no "cell phone bars". Darts thrown at your crews neck, no more comparisons to who's next, this time around compare me to who's best. Word to Bret Moodys iller than most, gotta be kidding me. Hall of fame flows, Cooperstown is where they sending me. Check list: d**h to anyone who offended me. And pay Tee back for every dollar that he lended me. Real? then your a friend to me. Damn near kin to me. Top down they coming for my head like a Kennedy. Long nights, I feel the remedy is more Hennessy. I work these similes until my wrist loves Emily...it's Rocky