The Music (Intro)
To me, from the musical aspect, hip-hop is going in the direction
Where it's like, almost damn near 100 percent on everything
Besides the music, like what you look like
To sound of your name to what you're wearing, the brand of clothing
Whatever intoxicants you choose to put in your body
To, you know, everything except for what the music sounds like
So, the mask is really a testament to yo, it's not about none of that
It's straight about the rack, you know what I'm saying?
Like, you could be any color, or whatever, you know what I'm saying?
The mask represents just everybody, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, nothing matters, the brand of clothing, none of that matters
It just matters how you spit and the beats
If the beats is raw, then that's what it's about
I say, the world ain't safe for me to live in
I'm only 16, so this shit just the beginning
I should be in the world, trying to find a fine tuition
Instead of running around, following intuition
While others mention Nehru's name, 'cause the kid grew fame
Planting the seed and grew a tree, so when he blew through lanes
Lames would look saying he took, and threw it off the top floor
Now, whores want more of my balls and Bronsons
While thongs are flying at a nigga, from a distance
This hipster kid is thinking about how to diss this
Master a sentence is my commission
Gets larger, and the starters are ready to throw big fits
It's misfit, we get shit around Christmas
His wishlist, is much more than what Saint Nick dished
But get this, he always showed his mom a smile
'Cause, she was up for a while, wrapping presents for her child
Meanwhile, in his head he's thinking about the bread
And trying to get ahead while others searching for heads
Never selling them meds, I'm making tracks instead
Most shooting the leads, not knowing they couldn't lead
They're community to unity
They'd rather cut like truancy
He's using me to get yourself know
But, this ain't new to me
In my eulogy they'll be songs about how they used to be before I killed them musically
My talents leaving gruesome scenes, leaving gruesome scenes
In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams
In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams
Where it's like, almost damn near 100 percent on everything
Besides the music, like what you look like
To sound of your name to what you're wearing, the brand of clothing
Whatever intoxicants you choose to put in your body
To, you know, everything except for what the music sounds like
So, the mask is really a testament to yo, it's not about none of that
It's straight about the rack, you know what I'm saying?
Like, you could be any color, or whatever, you know what I'm saying?
The mask represents just everybody, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, nothing matters, the brand of clothing, none of that matters
It just matters how you spit and the beats
If the beats is raw, then that's what it's about
I say, the world ain't safe for me to live in
I'm only 16, so this shit just the beginning
I should be in the world, trying to find a fine tuition
Instead of running around, following intuition
While others mention Nehru's name, 'cause the kid grew fame
Planting the seed and grew a tree, so when he blew through lanes
Lames would look saying he took, and threw it off the top floor
Now, whores want more of my balls and Bronsons
While thongs are flying at a nigga, from a distance
This hipster kid is thinking about how to diss this
Master a sentence is my commission
Gets larger, and the starters are ready to throw big fits
It's misfit, we get shit around Christmas
His wishlist, is much more than what Saint Nick dished
But get this, he always showed his mom a smile
'Cause, she was up for a while, wrapping presents for her child
Meanwhile, in his head he's thinking about the bread
And trying to get ahead while others searching for heads
Never selling them meds, I'm making tracks instead
Most shooting the leads, not knowing they couldn't lead
They're community to unity
They'd rather cut like truancy
He's using me to get yourself know
But, this ain't new to me
In my eulogy they'll be songs about how they used to be before I killed them musically
My talents leaving gruesome scenes, leaving gruesome scenes
In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams
In my eulogy they'll be songs, about how they used to be before I killed them Musically
My talents leaving gruesome seams
Credits
Writer(s): Markel Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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