Nostalgic
I'm kinda insecure like I'm Issa Rae
The only player in this club
But ain't no LisaRaye
I'm bout to set it off
Like when when she had the braids
And I be chucking M&ms
That means I'm throwing shade
Now everybody chill out just let me rap a bit
Some of the dudes really fake
They cap a bit
And I can tell you
I ain't even tryna cap with it
You dudes will even fake a cut
That's Kaepernick
You'll get you'll get
You'll get it in time
Even if I press rewind
I be all in my prime
And from that point there
I put that thing in reverse
That's moving forward
For some of y'all
That's never getting this verse
It's over head
You figure out it's over you dead
I set it off but now I pop
A side instead
This off the top
no really see this is no cap
This rapping stuff is just I'm really dope at
Some of these rappers out here
They really so wack
And I just thought I let all of your people know that
You can have your Lil Yatchy
I want bigger boats
I got a pool full of words
Making sure I can float
Supercilious rappers never be commodity
Hidden figures in my rhyme
Something like Taraji P
I know you sick and tired of me just overstepping
But I'm rubbing off on you
That mean I'm so infectious
Appreciate you all listening to the guy talk
Walking Picasso
So even you can see this art walk
I been rocking durags the whole summer
It keep my head tight
Take it off then my thoughts wonder
My momma ask me if my music got some soul coming
I just respond with my face
Like I don't know nothing
When I was out in the street
Searching for a bae bae
Even Chris can't take the rain from a hurricane
Give me the icky sticky
Maybe that sloppy tipy
My shiny teeth don't fuck with you
It's like you Icky Vicky
And I ain't even got no God parents
My poppa fathered me
Told me never judge em
Based off y'all appearance
I'm looking up and I see God staring
He made Jesus wep
So even I can be God fearing
I got the Book of Eli at mind
Must I remind I set it off
When I'm all in my prime
I know I said that 3 times on repeat
You rappers is weak
You never put me on your hooks
Or on your beats
then surfer defeat
I ain't new to this I'm true this
You got your toe in it nigga
I got my shoe it in
You never taking your shot
Now I be shooting Blaw!
Don't ever try to copy my style
I be the king of the city
Somebody give me my crown
And that was no diss to Crown
He gave you the whole month of June now winter come
I make sure all you rappers
Is watered down
KALE Nostalgic
The only player in this club
But ain't no LisaRaye
I'm bout to set it off
Like when when she had the braids
And I be chucking M&ms
That means I'm throwing shade
Now everybody chill out just let me rap a bit
Some of the dudes really fake
They cap a bit
And I can tell you
I ain't even tryna cap with it
You dudes will even fake a cut
That's Kaepernick
You'll get you'll get
You'll get it in time
Even if I press rewind
I be all in my prime
And from that point there
I put that thing in reverse
That's moving forward
For some of y'all
That's never getting this verse
It's over head
You figure out it's over you dead
I set it off but now I pop
A side instead
This off the top
no really see this is no cap
This rapping stuff is just I'm really dope at
Some of these rappers out here
They really so wack
And I just thought I let all of your people know that
You can have your Lil Yatchy
I want bigger boats
I got a pool full of words
Making sure I can float
Supercilious rappers never be commodity
Hidden figures in my rhyme
Something like Taraji P
I know you sick and tired of me just overstepping
But I'm rubbing off on you
That mean I'm so infectious
Appreciate you all listening to the guy talk
Walking Picasso
So even you can see this art walk
I been rocking durags the whole summer
It keep my head tight
Take it off then my thoughts wonder
My momma ask me if my music got some soul coming
I just respond with my face
Like I don't know nothing
When I was out in the street
Searching for a bae bae
Even Chris can't take the rain from a hurricane
Give me the icky sticky
Maybe that sloppy tipy
My shiny teeth don't fuck with you
It's like you Icky Vicky
And I ain't even got no God parents
My poppa fathered me
Told me never judge em
Based off y'all appearance
I'm looking up and I see God staring
He made Jesus wep
So even I can be God fearing
I got the Book of Eli at mind
Must I remind I set it off
When I'm all in my prime
I know I said that 3 times on repeat
You rappers is weak
You never put me on your hooks
Or on your beats
then surfer defeat
I ain't new to this I'm true this
You got your toe in it nigga
I got my shoe it in
You never taking your shot
Now I be shooting Blaw!
Don't ever try to copy my style
I be the king of the city
Somebody give me my crown
And that was no diss to Crown
He gave you the whole month of June now winter come
I make sure all you rappers
Is watered down
KALE Nostalgic
Credits
Writer(s): Markale Ford
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