Lovely

I don't think I'm a rapper, I know imma rapper
I know imma capture everything I ever asked for
I know it sounds backwards but love is adaptive
I can't keep on asking karma to try to warm up to me
I'm known for the snatching
My grip is immaculate
My hands turn foes into has-beens
Slow but I'm faster
I hold onto actions that make a grown man sweat things
I'm in the Devils wet dreams

Don't know what your asking
I'm Manson on acid
My plan reestablished
Imma about to catch a grip see
I know I'm adaptive
I'm known to leave fractions inside the hearts of niggas, that wanna be me
Step in my shoes
Nothing to lose
You had her too
Snooze you loose
I'm making moves
My past lewd

I know when you acting
You ain't got no packin'
We see that you lacking the mindset of a set breed
You do all that smackin'
You prove nothing happens
And then you expect
A real nigga not to do things

I know I'm the master
The sensei and hacker
My vision is vivid
You know what I'm getting at
My windows is tinted you know that we smoking that
All in yo feelings you supposed to be
Gettin' the cash
Riding to the Unattatched Soundtrack
Till the money relapse

An emotional bastard
I'm soul working magic
Through these rhyme schemes

Can't reel me in backwards
The gator in placid
I see that you plastic
Explains why you don't feel me

I can't
Keep on playing with bastards
My stance
In the game is like a switch off batter
I'm saying
I'm versatile
You wouldn't verse me in battle
Give a verse to leave Hurst's, leave their car doors with ammo

I'm grand like piano
The man passing mammal
If I blew my chances, least I blew out her candle
If I ever lost romance I hate to move to new channels
Stay on the move with no camera
Imma a ghost, opera phantom
You can't tell em nothing
Especially when he drunk and
Out his youth
Went from trusting myself to trusting the loot
Had to get to square one cuz the money a fluke
What a morning to change my views

I know that I'm different
I pour my own sippings
And roll my own spliffy
I got a bad thing with trust
I know Imma demon
I hope that my seeds would realize
I don't know much else

I'm running from nothing
Except myself every month
The moon make me do things I wouldn't do
The new me so lucid man I can see where I'm stuck
Synchronized in one and three
Upheaval of the funk

I know how to dress it
Got several professions
A man with a method
Looking dapper inside these rags no pressure
I get recollected
I sit for a second
I pick up the Wesson
I give it a blessing
If it jam I learn my lesson

Grind and confession
The climb is a weapon
In itself
Niggas scared of my shine
Time ain't possessive
Nobody's special
The funny thing
In the tick and the tock

Time make me better I'm like a propeller
Got built up torque
So you know it won't stop
My mind is a weapon
My time impeccable
Designs legible
Too legit to ever drop

I don't think I'm a rapper I know Imma rapper
I know Imma capture everything I ever asked for
I know it sounds backwards but love is adaptive
I can't keep on asking karma to try to warm up to me
I'm known for the snatching
My grip is immaculate
My hands turn foes into has-beens
Slow but I'm faster
I hold onto actions that make a grown man sweat things
I'm in the Devils wet dreams bitch