Not My Fault
I grew up its not my fault
I blew up its not my fault
Talking bout my business i think u should mind it
Got more flow than a fucking fire hydrant
I tip toe in and make sure that it's silent
Creep in with the wine
And soon enough she whinin'
Don't drop in on my shit
I got a sound I'm still findin'
Memories implied
You wish you could rewind it
A bitch outta line
Is just a wrinkle in time
I feel I'm spittin fecal
Cause you stay on my mind
I whip the Buick Regal
And I pray at the shrine
I keep on makin' music
And I pray that I shine
Spit a couple rhymes
And get laid every time
Typical teenage kid
Nothin close in comparison
Lighting up a sliff
When I'm skating down Sheridan
Flippin' tarot cards till I wear them in
I see greed it's probably cause I'm American
I've missed some flows
But got it even
Jersey and the seems
My team they call me Stevens
I'm tryna break the line between God and demons
Gotta break it fine or my brain is leaking
Gotta take a break, go head take the weekend
I'm prayin' at the wake hope you reach the beacon
Now if you dig deep
Find the real reason
My pops left me at 3
And I'm still tweakin'
I know some suffer no meals
And it's the reason they steal
Let's go and grab a coney
Don't worry bout the money
I don't make my beats I'm a big fat phony
But I still kill the ring so tap out ya jabroni
This Eddie in my tummy got me feelin funny
This liquor hit my liver now my nose is bloody
I never have to trick her just to get some lovin
She come and bring a hug in and it moisten up her oven
Mclovin
Why she wanna get this dick lovin
I've discovered abundance
Of chicks on the run
Cause they daddy left them too
I guess that is my excuse
To find a little love
In a time that love ain't cool
Whats up?
Nothin much
Tell me what's love to you
Is it something others construed
Just for amusement
When there's nothin to do
I rather find the true love in the booth
I let it breathe
I gotta go get it
This is love
Money trees
That's where I find her
When I'm trippin
Coalition
All my flows whether dome or written
Is known to glisten
At least when I get some to listen
Grown a Christian
Copious cobras shown and hidden
Make a deal
Tell somebody they never will
Make or break it
Follow your gut you can't mistake it
Lyrical placement
Follow the flow the words adjacent
Maybe you can find yo safe haven
All over this grave nation
Tell me who's the real satan
Dealbreakin'
Foot on the gas and wheels shakin'
Once I get past this cop
There is no brakin'
Tone changin'
Turn on the phone
Throw on a banger
On the Bose
Keep it at a full audio
And it's recommended in a cadi
Or a audi o
A bad bitch from Saudi chillin in the studio
Call me russ when I get a bit cocky yo
Asian bitch suckin' sake with some ahi tuna
I talk a lot
This is the only time I got
To tell my story
Even if it gets short or boring
Numb as morphine
I'm walking into my own endorphins
I close a portion
Gotta make sure my hearts golden
One day I'll find the golden gates when my heart opens
Or maybe blast off in a rage like I'm hulk hogan
I'm good at rap
But never been about show boastin'
I'll hit that
Mind control when I'm slow roasted
A bit wack
When you pay for your position
To open up for an artist
That got back from extradition
Fueling the ammunition
Of drug addition ambition
And amateurs go get filled with
The hollow points of conviction
I'll tell you another day
You too dumb to listen
Get out of your selfish ways
This life is too fun to miss it
I blew up its not my fault
Talking bout my business i think u should mind it
Got more flow than a fucking fire hydrant
I tip toe in and make sure that it's silent
Creep in with the wine
And soon enough she whinin'
Don't drop in on my shit
I got a sound I'm still findin'
Memories implied
You wish you could rewind it
A bitch outta line
Is just a wrinkle in time
I feel I'm spittin fecal
Cause you stay on my mind
I whip the Buick Regal
And I pray at the shrine
I keep on makin' music
And I pray that I shine
Spit a couple rhymes
And get laid every time
Typical teenage kid
Nothin close in comparison
Lighting up a sliff
When I'm skating down Sheridan
Flippin' tarot cards till I wear them in
I see greed it's probably cause I'm American
I've missed some flows
But got it even
Jersey and the seems
My team they call me Stevens
I'm tryna break the line between God and demons
Gotta break it fine or my brain is leaking
Gotta take a break, go head take the weekend
I'm prayin' at the wake hope you reach the beacon
Now if you dig deep
Find the real reason
My pops left me at 3
And I'm still tweakin'
I know some suffer no meals
And it's the reason they steal
Let's go and grab a coney
Don't worry bout the money
I don't make my beats I'm a big fat phony
But I still kill the ring so tap out ya jabroni
This Eddie in my tummy got me feelin funny
This liquor hit my liver now my nose is bloody
I never have to trick her just to get some lovin
She come and bring a hug in and it moisten up her oven
Mclovin
Why she wanna get this dick lovin
I've discovered abundance
Of chicks on the run
Cause they daddy left them too
I guess that is my excuse
To find a little love
In a time that love ain't cool
Whats up?
Nothin much
Tell me what's love to you
Is it something others construed
Just for amusement
When there's nothin to do
I rather find the true love in the booth
I let it breathe
I gotta go get it
This is love
Money trees
That's where I find her
When I'm trippin
Coalition
All my flows whether dome or written
Is known to glisten
At least when I get some to listen
Grown a Christian
Copious cobras shown and hidden
Make a deal
Tell somebody they never will
Make or break it
Follow your gut you can't mistake it
Lyrical placement
Follow the flow the words adjacent
Maybe you can find yo safe haven
All over this grave nation
Tell me who's the real satan
Dealbreakin'
Foot on the gas and wheels shakin'
Once I get past this cop
There is no brakin'
Tone changin'
Turn on the phone
Throw on a banger
On the Bose
Keep it at a full audio
And it's recommended in a cadi
Or a audi o
A bad bitch from Saudi chillin in the studio
Call me russ when I get a bit cocky yo
Asian bitch suckin' sake with some ahi tuna
I talk a lot
This is the only time I got
To tell my story
Even if it gets short or boring
Numb as morphine
I'm walking into my own endorphins
I close a portion
Gotta make sure my hearts golden
One day I'll find the golden gates when my heart opens
Or maybe blast off in a rage like I'm hulk hogan
I'm good at rap
But never been about show boastin'
I'll hit that
Mind control when I'm slow roasted
A bit wack
When you pay for your position
To open up for an artist
That got back from extradition
Fueling the ammunition
Of drug addition ambition
And amateurs go get filled with
The hollow points of conviction
I'll tell you another day
You too dumb to listen
Get out of your selfish ways
This life is too fun to miss it
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Stevens
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