Agent Peggy

Feeling the vibe
Feeling ok so I'm feeling alright
This mental I'm in is a one of a kind
Sensational feeling that some never find

Word count is measured but never is capped at
Spitting so regularly never could have that
Keeping essentials down to the minimum
Traveling round with my girl in a back pack

Stop stop, rain drops
Getting so wet in my drop top
Bad and I'm boujee I'm staring my movie
Ain't a fucking lyric I've not got

I just want people to mention me
People remember me when I'm fucking going dead
Like I know I fucking said
I'd fight to be the only fucking best

Put up your cross we're needing some faith
I give what I got but shit ain't that great
Life is a misery call Kathy Bates
I'm switching the plates like the police in a chase

Wrapping it up and I'm passing it round
With the squad in the lab we be bopping about
It's so popular dropping irregular sounds
As I'm told to relax but I just don't know how

Taking the piss on the regular
I am no regular neither I'm loyal
I toy with the genres I play on occasion
I really can't grow from just any old soil

Feeling the pressure it's better than ever my girl wanna squeeze me I think I might let her
Feeling the greatest that's ever attained it I think I might make it I think that I better
You don't want nothing to do with this Bitch you are new to it taking some notes
Spending your time on you knees around me its surprising I never had came in your throat

You ain't got people to speak something to say
Admitting defeat running away
I am the feature holding the pressure my feet hurt
Draining my soul just like a leech
My brothers believe never impeach
I'm jumping the gate like a dog off a lead
Asking for double they offering me

Yeah fill them with lies
Even the line I'm a genuine guy
I bullshit a lot and I really confide
In the nicest of people to make them all cry

Yeah yeah I got an agenda
You not apart of it sit on the bench
You're not involved in any percent
I feel I'm evolving on my accent

I'm feeling myself ringing the bell
Or am I just bragging I really can't tell
There's plenty of flexes I keep to myself
And I'm asking the guard for the key to my cell

I'm rabid and raging I wait for the payment
I'm waiting to brake out of all of my cages
And saving myself before I wake it's too late
Gotta take all my time then I sprint out the gate

Give me my drink and I'm sipping it loud
While your pouring your heart I'll be ripping it out
And no wonder a number of people are wanting you
Beat for the speech that be coming up out of your mouth
It's a round and about while I'm figuring out what the fuck am I rapping about
Well it's one or the other I'm hating the cover feel more like a boy when I'm really a man
And I'm trying to scan for intelligent life just for making a point cuz you don't understand
But the point that I'm making is a real understatement