HellBoy
Yo this beat is what I seek
Time to let the King speak
It's the Young Pharoh nigga running full speed on a sphinx
That's that king Tut shit not slowing for no mink
My bars will hit you hard like I threw the kitchen sink
Student to the game, pen and pad is what I burn thru
Workaholic passion is infectious nothing new new
Never associate with niggas that got bad juju
I just chill with the crew, get paid and get the coocoo
Never play me for a fool, put you in a tomb
I'm the hottest muthafucka in the fuckin room
I'm on a roll, focused on my bankroll
I got only one goal, let my bars hit ya soul
Nigga, I'm hopping on this beat like I'm Tigga
I'm tryna build my brand to the level of a Jigga
My words are flowing smooth like a poured it out the Brita
I was bread for this shit now next step is 6 figures nigga
That's a hand full of Franklin's I forgot to mention
I just got so sick and tired chillin on them benches
I'm the Young Royal Dreamer case you miss the message
Man somebody get the sword so you can cut the tension
I'm about to reach my prime on a new dimension
Soon I'll be collecting Mills while you collect a pension
I've been holding this shit in like my brain was clenching
Man they counted out the kid, that's a bad decision
Thought my life was a joke and I was the punchline
Now I'm tryna go from crunch time to prime time
Time to strategize when it's time to get mine
So I can overshadow all you niggas giant columbine
No real crown so I brought back the afro
Didn't fuck wit mumble so I brought back an old flow
And I got a lot to learn, that much I know
But for now I'm steady rhyming so gimme room to grow (Alright)
Ain't no secret I've been grinding my whole life
I've been fighting back wit inner demons, enemies and strife
Now I'm bouncing back, better than ever, reaching all new heights
Bro I really got a knack for this shit, man this shit is LIGHT!
Goin hard bar for bar man who woulda thunk it
Goin hard in the paint like my name Tim Duncan
Niggas putting overtime on the hate but fuck em
I'm original my nigga you just steady munchin'
Meta-morphing to a fucking monster on the mic
Treating every verse like I'm Babe Ruth and knock it outta sight
Man these niggas think they doin something putting up a fight
But it ain't gon be no Ty-son knock you out like Mike
Time to let the King speak
It's the Young Pharoh nigga running full speed on a sphinx
That's that king Tut shit not slowing for no mink
My bars will hit you hard like I threw the kitchen sink
Student to the game, pen and pad is what I burn thru
Workaholic passion is infectious nothing new new
Never associate with niggas that got bad juju
I just chill with the crew, get paid and get the coocoo
Never play me for a fool, put you in a tomb
I'm the hottest muthafucka in the fuckin room
I'm on a roll, focused on my bankroll
I got only one goal, let my bars hit ya soul
Nigga, I'm hopping on this beat like I'm Tigga
I'm tryna build my brand to the level of a Jigga
My words are flowing smooth like a poured it out the Brita
I was bread for this shit now next step is 6 figures nigga
That's a hand full of Franklin's I forgot to mention
I just got so sick and tired chillin on them benches
I'm the Young Royal Dreamer case you miss the message
Man somebody get the sword so you can cut the tension
I'm about to reach my prime on a new dimension
Soon I'll be collecting Mills while you collect a pension
I've been holding this shit in like my brain was clenching
Man they counted out the kid, that's a bad decision
Thought my life was a joke and I was the punchline
Now I'm tryna go from crunch time to prime time
Time to strategize when it's time to get mine
So I can overshadow all you niggas giant columbine
No real crown so I brought back the afro
Didn't fuck wit mumble so I brought back an old flow
And I got a lot to learn, that much I know
But for now I'm steady rhyming so gimme room to grow (Alright)
Ain't no secret I've been grinding my whole life
I've been fighting back wit inner demons, enemies and strife
Now I'm bouncing back, better than ever, reaching all new heights
Bro I really got a knack for this shit, man this shit is LIGHT!
Goin hard bar for bar man who woulda thunk it
Goin hard in the paint like my name Tim Duncan
Niggas putting overtime on the hate but fuck em
I'm original my nigga you just steady munchin'
Meta-morphing to a fucking monster on the mic
Treating every verse like I'm Babe Ruth and knock it outta sight
Man these niggas think they doin something putting up a fight
But it ain't gon be no Ty-son knock you out like Mike
Credits
Writer(s): Davaun Bezear
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