Bold
Yo
I got five phones, but only one in service
One for making calls, the others full of verses, yea
Sometimes I flatter myself, pull out the pen and paper
Put my shit on airplane mode, I'm finna text you later
I estimate their making plans to take me out
Cause I'm a threat to minimalists and literal fakers, yea
Haters love to hate ya
Lovers hate to love ya
Most my relatives are distant
Call my closest homies brothers
Only child, never spoiled
Now I spoil myself
Unwind and uncoil myself
Been feeling hard boiled
My destroyer finna sink your battleship
This rappin shit, I'm preaching it, I'm feeling like an activist
But I ain't sipping activist
All I do is smoke weed everyday then I make hit after hit
My job and my practice, think I mastered it
My drive and my passion, never crash, it ain't no accident, bitch
Another day, another dollar
I been making bitches holla
I been baking marijuana
I been thinking that I gotta
I been caking, I been cooking, and patiently saving profits
I waited, now I want all this
Never stopping til I got it
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
Got your shawty and your mother under covers, ya diggggg
Been cold with the flows since a youngster
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
This beat is so fresh, it's as if I made it yesterday
Oh wait I did, better update the resume
I never sway unless unless it's in the morning, homie hit me up
The lead in my pencil been dull as fuck, what the fuck
I been tryna get a buzz
I been tryna get the bucks
I been reading hella books
Cause knowledge is power
Been flowering on haters
Burning flowers when I'm feeling anxious
But lately I feel amazing, been speaking greatness
Fuck a critic, fuck a rating
Fuck a blog, fuck a hater
No debate I'm making moves in silence
I been reaping and sewing, only the finest fabrics
Promoting peace, no violence, homie
But if you want beef then I'm bout it
Cause this right here is the motherfuckin slaughterhouse
All it take is one punchline to knock you out
Yo the path wasn't lit, so I had to take the longer route
Thankful for my patience, and I'm grateful that I'm breaking out
Another day, another dollar
I been making bitches holla
I been baking, marijuana
I been thinking that I gotta
I been caking, I been cooking, and patiently saving profits
I waited, now I want all this
Never stopping til I got it
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
Got your shawty and your mother under covers, ya diggggg
I been cold with the flows since a youngster
From now until I'm old, still a bold... mother... fucka
Yea
I got five phones, but only one in service
One for making calls, the others full of verses, yea
Sometimes I flatter myself, pull out the pen and paper
Put my shit on airplane mode, I'm finna text you later
I estimate their making plans to take me out
Cause I'm a threat to minimalists and literal fakers, yea
Haters love to hate ya
Lovers hate to love ya
Most my relatives are distant
Call my closest homies brothers
Only child, never spoiled
Now I spoil myself
Unwind and uncoil myself
Been feeling hard boiled
My destroyer finna sink your battleship
This rappin shit, I'm preaching it, I'm feeling like an activist
But I ain't sipping activist
All I do is smoke weed everyday then I make hit after hit
My job and my practice, think I mastered it
My drive and my passion, never crash, it ain't no accident, bitch
Another day, another dollar
I been making bitches holla
I been baking marijuana
I been thinking that I gotta
I been caking, I been cooking, and patiently saving profits
I waited, now I want all this
Never stopping til I got it
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
Got your shawty and your mother under covers, ya diggggg
Been cold with the flows since a youngster
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
This beat is so fresh, it's as if I made it yesterday
Oh wait I did, better update the resume
I never sway unless unless it's in the morning, homie hit me up
The lead in my pencil been dull as fuck, what the fuck
I been tryna get a buzz
I been tryna get the bucks
I been reading hella books
Cause knowledge is power
Been flowering on haters
Burning flowers when I'm feeling anxious
But lately I feel amazing, been speaking greatness
Fuck a critic, fuck a rating
Fuck a blog, fuck a hater
No debate I'm making moves in silence
I been reaping and sewing, only the finest fabrics
Promoting peace, no violence, homie
But if you want beef then I'm bout it
Cause this right here is the motherfuckin slaughterhouse
All it take is one punchline to knock you out
Yo the path wasn't lit, so I had to take the longer route
Thankful for my patience, and I'm grateful that I'm breaking out
Another day, another dollar
I been making bitches holla
I been baking, marijuana
I been thinking that I gotta
I been caking, I been cooking, and patiently saving profits
I waited, now I want all this
Never stopping til I got it
From now until I'm old, still a bold motherfucka
Got your shawty and your mother under covers, ya diggggg
I been cold with the flows since a youngster
From now until I'm old, still a bold... mother... fucka
Yea
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Writer(s): Thomas Campbell
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