Code 9
Yea turn me up some uh
I'm in class writing lyrics down
This writers block got me rapping from the spirit now
I'm getting plays real ones gotta feel it now
My old friends got em looking in the mirror now
I'm highly focused I'm taking notes while I wrote this
A balance of personality but they don't seem to know the kid
On my mom's balcony just tryna make the coldest hit
Rapping all night the next day I got more to spit
It's greedy man but I'm hardly ever the greedy type
I got a plan and I see my fam in the nearest sight
I'm making music the neighbors can't even sleep at night
Creeping on a come up I promise I gotta get it right
That's word to Bizzy Bone my life is a busy home
Fill the cup up till the whole bottle of Henny gone
I'm not a drinker but a heavy thinker
I drop lines like a heavy sinker
Yea I got dreams ima make it out one day
I just gotta do exactly what my gut say
I ain't with that gunplay but I will spray if I got to
Coming for your playlist tune in man I got you
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm at work writing lyrics down
In my rain boots posted up in my city gown
Go home and I'm back at it I'm a rap addict
Take five and I do it right
All I do is write like I'm practicing my suicide
Sacrificing time like it's do or die but I'm too alive
Stomping on the devil and I tell him you a dirty lie
Shout out to my mom she the realest one I know
Played the father role of 5 kids I don't know how she did it bro
Following my instincts and they taking me to new heights
Sticking to the script like the glue did with Jerry Rice
I'm flowing very nice lab rat finna mix it up
Shout my brother C.J. man I love you and that's real as fuck
I hope you listen cause you never know when the time is up
I hope you understand you're the one who made me rhyme it up
And it kinda sucks that life is moving
I got dreams and to none of them my soul is losing.
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm in class writing lyrics down
This writers block got me rapping from the spirit now
I'm getting plays real ones gotta feel it now
My old friends got em looking in the mirror now
I'm highly focused I'm taking notes while I wrote this
A balance of personality but they don't seem to know the kid
On my mom's balcony just tryna make the coldest hit
Rapping all night the next day I got more to spit
It's greedy man but I'm hardly ever the greedy type
I got a plan and I see my fam in the nearest sight
I'm making music the neighbors can't even sleep at night
Creeping on a come up I promise I gotta get it right
That's word to Bizzy Bone my life is a busy home
Fill the cup up till the whole bottle of Henny gone
I'm not a drinker but a heavy thinker
I drop lines like a heavy sinker
Yea I got dreams ima make it out one day
I just gotta do exactly what my gut say
I ain't with that gunplay but I will spray if I got to
Coming for your playlist tune in man I got you
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm at work writing lyrics down
In my rain boots posted up in my city gown
Go home and I'm back at it I'm a rap addict
Take five and I do it right
All I do is write like I'm practicing my suicide
Sacrificing time like it's do or die but I'm too alive
Stomping on the devil and I tell him you a dirty lie
Shout out to my mom she the realest one I know
Played the father role of 5 kids I don't know how she did it bro
Following my instincts and they taking me to new heights
Sticking to the script like the glue did with Jerry Rice
I'm flowing very nice lab rat finna mix it up
Shout my brother C.J. man I love you and that's real as fuck
I hope you listen cause you never know when the time is up
I hope you understand you're the one who made me rhyme it up
And it kinda sucks that life is moving
I got dreams and to none of them my soul is losing.
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
I'm dreaming big I'm out of touch with reality
Just a kid making music on the balcony
I know they doubting me but I don't pay them no mind
I do me let them watch fuck a code 9
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Cortez
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