Exponential
Living life in my own lane
Blowing minds like Cobain's
Blowing lines like cocaine
This shit sound like the dope game
Yo bitch gas me up straight propane
Got no time to waste on these no names
Rap game without me just don't go great
Like you rocking Gabanna without Dolce
I've been rapping out homies Catching these bodies
Both of us dead that's just one thing in common
Twenty one shotty, Twenty one shotty
Twenty one shots that's got eems
Comin up kickin' out flames like a rocket
You runnin' up stop it, who runnin'? Who got it
You bit on the fake, now yo bitch at my place
And she sit on my face with no hands in my pockets
Face in the faucet grew up without cups
Now we drinkin' from goblets, a toast to the strut
Told pops I promise I'm finna blow up
My past keeps me haunted, my futures uncut
I wish that my mama woulda put down the drugs
She'd be Spun like a socket, or wired as fuck
When my Wheaties are frosted, I'm tiger with clubs
What's the meaning I lost it? I'm tired as fuck
It's J motha fucka bout to pop off
On these pillow hard rappers cuz I'm rock soft
Comfy at the top I'm about to kick my socks off
Killin pussy rappers get my mo fuckin rocks off
Hot dog I'm burning like hot sauce
Shit fire I'm one you should not cross
Murder on the beat when I slide that's the cops loss
Inspire anyone who was told they're a lost cause
I'm a bit of a problem you better stay in your column
When the pan starts poppin' the only time that I toss em
Cook em up, and grill em, then marinate em and sauce em
It's time I drop jaws been telling y'all that I'm awesome
Thought I was sleeping I've really been playin' possum
Crawling and creepin', and steady peepin' my options
You're welcome to eat but proceed with caution
Don't seek my plate I need cheese like Wisconsin
I'm stuck in a cycle and nothing can change me
Not even my daughter not being my baby
Life full of mystery, conquer the daily
Stay focused on me while securing my safety
I'm blatantly vexin', they hate when we flexin'
Steppin to me probably not the direction
Like hook ups with strangers you'll need some protection
I been dead inside ain't no need for affection
Spread like infection no antibiotics
How I step in this section? no antipsychotics
My past teach me lessons, and puffin on chronic
I may be near sighted but these rappers myopic
I'm lost in this shit, Don't wanna be located
Better catch my ass now while my features are prorated
Jaded ass rappers hate the fact that I'm so faded
You all sound alike, swear y'all lyrics are donated
Friends with the struggle I been through it really
Grew up seeing shit that would make you go queasy
I'm one of a kind fuck one in a milli'
Mahogany floors got me feeling like wheezy
Don't need to win Grammys like I'm Finn and Billie
All though I do both and make both em look easy
I'm settin' the rules and enforcing them strictly
Run when I come better duck when you see me
I'm bout a run it up, so pull the cover up
I drop the mag and then the drum is stuck, I'm here to gun em up
I've been To cold to ever butter up, I'm tryna run amuck
I peeped your game and thought that somethings up but gave another shrug
The rubber bust was when the thunderstruck
Don't bang but I promise I'm about to fuck it up
Never the black and white I got my colors up
A year from the time that this Summers up
You won't be talkin' shit the day I start to get my numbers up
Blowing minds like Cobain's
Blowing lines like cocaine
This shit sound like the dope game
Yo bitch gas me up straight propane
Got no time to waste on these no names
Rap game without me just don't go great
Like you rocking Gabanna without Dolce
I've been rapping out homies Catching these bodies
Both of us dead that's just one thing in common
Twenty one shotty, Twenty one shotty
Twenty one shots that's got eems
Comin up kickin' out flames like a rocket
You runnin' up stop it, who runnin'? Who got it
You bit on the fake, now yo bitch at my place
And she sit on my face with no hands in my pockets
Face in the faucet grew up without cups
Now we drinkin' from goblets, a toast to the strut
Told pops I promise I'm finna blow up
My past keeps me haunted, my futures uncut
I wish that my mama woulda put down the drugs
She'd be Spun like a socket, or wired as fuck
When my Wheaties are frosted, I'm tiger with clubs
What's the meaning I lost it? I'm tired as fuck
It's J motha fucka bout to pop off
On these pillow hard rappers cuz I'm rock soft
Comfy at the top I'm about to kick my socks off
Killin pussy rappers get my mo fuckin rocks off
Hot dog I'm burning like hot sauce
Shit fire I'm one you should not cross
Murder on the beat when I slide that's the cops loss
Inspire anyone who was told they're a lost cause
I'm a bit of a problem you better stay in your column
When the pan starts poppin' the only time that I toss em
Cook em up, and grill em, then marinate em and sauce em
It's time I drop jaws been telling y'all that I'm awesome
Thought I was sleeping I've really been playin' possum
Crawling and creepin', and steady peepin' my options
You're welcome to eat but proceed with caution
Don't seek my plate I need cheese like Wisconsin
I'm stuck in a cycle and nothing can change me
Not even my daughter not being my baby
Life full of mystery, conquer the daily
Stay focused on me while securing my safety
I'm blatantly vexin', they hate when we flexin'
Steppin to me probably not the direction
Like hook ups with strangers you'll need some protection
I been dead inside ain't no need for affection
Spread like infection no antibiotics
How I step in this section? no antipsychotics
My past teach me lessons, and puffin on chronic
I may be near sighted but these rappers myopic
I'm lost in this shit, Don't wanna be located
Better catch my ass now while my features are prorated
Jaded ass rappers hate the fact that I'm so faded
You all sound alike, swear y'all lyrics are donated
Friends with the struggle I been through it really
Grew up seeing shit that would make you go queasy
I'm one of a kind fuck one in a milli'
Mahogany floors got me feeling like wheezy
Don't need to win Grammys like I'm Finn and Billie
All though I do both and make both em look easy
I'm settin' the rules and enforcing them strictly
Run when I come better duck when you see me
I'm bout a run it up, so pull the cover up
I drop the mag and then the drum is stuck, I'm here to gun em up
I've been To cold to ever butter up, I'm tryna run amuck
I peeped your game and thought that somethings up but gave another shrug
The rubber bust was when the thunderstruck
Don't bang but I promise I'm about to fuck it up
Never the black and white I got my colors up
A year from the time that this Summers up
You won't be talkin' shit the day I start to get my numbers up
Credits
Writer(s): Janson Mcgee
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