Leftovers
Take priority of the things you do
Instead of scavenging for all the excuses to prove
Every message is straightforward truth
Straight punch to your jaw that's how I write to this groove
Don't need an english degree to tell you this ain't hyperbole
Cause Ima slit your throat with a machete
Call me the grim reaper you cannot cheat death cheater
Hide yourself cause Ima swarm in like a fucking death eater
I don't need you breathing down my neck bitch I run this deck
You can walk the plank cause I got a list of who's next
Uh check check yup check mate
Got you corned in your own booth you be reppin on mistakes
I was born to be an optimist
That's why my blood type is A positive
You can bitch all you want but you still the blind man
Got you wrapped up tighter than the Anaconda plan
My mind quick and electric like a Tesla Roadster
Spit on the mic like pulling revolver out of my holster
Playing poker face when I poach rappers it's over
Keep a folder of every joker who was a poser
I'm spittin out multiple syllables lyrically holdin you hostage by these bars
I'm so criminal unpredictable like Alfred Borden's twin brother
Takes three films to realize I am the god of thunder
I'm Aaron Gordon the infamous dunker
Versatile but this beat really brings out the best of me
Flowing smooth like gin tonic looking for freaks so hypnotic
Hitting the sheets exotic getting sounds so melodic
Strip like a comic blowing up like a rocket going supersonic
So many times nightmares questioning your ambition
Where am I to lead if this fails in any second
Hesitation gonna get you murdered if I don't set things straight
If I don't take your place I'll fix your bait
Novice in the game but still a reputation to make
I'm the baker gotta make the dough and rise till it's all a piece of cake
Er pardon me ima pop out spilling like champagne bottle
While you pray for your lotto Ima speed at full throttle
Get you spinning and praying when you need God for a minute
Scheming I got reckless plans under the hood like an Underwood
Frankly I'm up to no good
The fire uh I got desire yeah
To acquire fame is a price of attracting lames in the game
Hoes don't shy when they hear these 808s
And maybe I wanna live a little in the fast lane
And maybe I wanna live a little in the fast lane
Instead of scavenging for all the excuses to prove
Every message is straightforward truth
Straight punch to your jaw that's how I write to this groove
Don't need an english degree to tell you this ain't hyperbole
Cause Ima slit your throat with a machete
Call me the grim reaper you cannot cheat death cheater
Hide yourself cause Ima swarm in like a fucking death eater
I don't need you breathing down my neck bitch I run this deck
You can walk the plank cause I got a list of who's next
Uh check check yup check mate
Got you corned in your own booth you be reppin on mistakes
I was born to be an optimist
That's why my blood type is A positive
You can bitch all you want but you still the blind man
Got you wrapped up tighter than the Anaconda plan
My mind quick and electric like a Tesla Roadster
Spit on the mic like pulling revolver out of my holster
Playing poker face when I poach rappers it's over
Keep a folder of every joker who was a poser
I'm spittin out multiple syllables lyrically holdin you hostage by these bars
I'm so criminal unpredictable like Alfred Borden's twin brother
Takes three films to realize I am the god of thunder
I'm Aaron Gordon the infamous dunker
Versatile but this beat really brings out the best of me
Flowing smooth like gin tonic looking for freaks so hypnotic
Hitting the sheets exotic getting sounds so melodic
Strip like a comic blowing up like a rocket going supersonic
So many times nightmares questioning your ambition
Where am I to lead if this fails in any second
Hesitation gonna get you murdered if I don't set things straight
If I don't take your place I'll fix your bait
Novice in the game but still a reputation to make
I'm the baker gotta make the dough and rise till it's all a piece of cake
Er pardon me ima pop out spilling like champagne bottle
While you pray for your lotto Ima speed at full throttle
Get you spinning and praying when you need God for a minute
Scheming I got reckless plans under the hood like an Underwood
Frankly I'm up to no good
The fire uh I got desire yeah
To acquire fame is a price of attracting lames in the game
Hoes don't shy when they hear these 808s
And maybe I wanna live a little in the fast lane
And maybe I wanna live a little in the fast lane
Credits
Writer(s): Aditya Mahendru
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