H.Y.P.

Too late to underrate it
Hard working and educated
They gotta hate it
Tough to love
Act childish like Donald glove

Been above the radar
Now I fly low where they are
Used to drive fast in a great car
Now I can't find where the breaks are

I'm speeding
Better peep the rear view
'Fore I swerve past
You won't last
Cause I won't be near you
Here's who
Is definitely next up, expect us
Knocking on your door, ain't nobody here except us

I'm calling
For a reason I should take a break
When I awake, I make a plate
And go ahead and get my take
On it like it's do or die
I might just come in suit and tie
Like lawyers do
You lawyers too
Cuz all you rappers do is lie
You knew the guy
You don't know me though
Now they asking me where can Mobi go

The sky is the limit
I'm currently in it
The star that I am goes to really show
I'm on a roll

Something you ain't ever seen
Was on honour roll
At the same time
I was rapping on your tv screen
See what I mean is
I'm the meanest from mercury
All the way Venus
I gotta show you doubters how
I know that
I'm a genius

Be humble young king
They do not know what you bring
They see you and see you
But they do not ever acknowledge a thing
I need me a ring
Crown
Throne and a chain
Just to let the people know
To stay the fuck up out my lane

This Hip Hop
Not Kidz Bop
Get it straight

I'm hungrier than ever now
So you should maybe hide your plate



Credits
Writer(s): Mubashir Mawla
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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