Forecast

This the forecast

I face the storm
An the fact

When the rain pours imma take what I have

I'm sitting on the porch an I'm thinking of raps

Drip like rain storms
Because I'm fixing to crash

Wind blows
Wanna take rap then I spit flows

This cold
Wanna talk back then you'll get smoke

Drip slow
Hitting on a glass like a window

Intro
Let me give me some cash to my kin folk

Flow switch
Oh shit
I'm about to go in

Hope
This moment
Blows an explosive

Quote so big
That its bigger than a quotient

Got a golden globe
When I haven't done a show yet

Oh yes
I'm in hip hop like an old vet

No rest
Smoking on the raw that potent

No friends
Talk about the mic an it is closest

No stress
I would be alright if I would own

Low end
But I gotta show
My devotion

Flow so wet that its drenching the oceans

Know my best is the best I could cope with
OGod knows best
But not about my emotions

Don't Hate
Beat you to a pulp
Like OJ

Okay
Yeah I got a pulse
But it's so faint

So strange
Act like the Hulk
Cause I'm so raged

Known name
All across the globe like Cobain

Cold day
In your headphones like Coldplay

Low rank
An I gotta show
How I'm so great

Toll paid
Now I'm on the way to gold gates

Don't wait
Now I gotta go for the whole things

Its my life to live
So don't say that its not

I've been climbing up at wall but always slip at the top
I gotta try to make a song so I can claim me a spot
I don't hate who is involved I just hate that I'm

Wanna blow up like a mortar
So I go with the bang

Watch the days there getting shorter
So there's more I should take

This the sounds of horror
Of course I make you afraid

I gotta keep moving forward so set a course for my fate

Wanna do an interview an that's on shade 45
If you're gonna diss approve then why you still in my life
Want my name to be introduced
On the stage with the lights

Its ashame I get ridiculed because I'm writing my lines

That's it
Imma make the rap fantastic

Fact is
That I put my cash inside rap hits

Track list
Only 10 songs what is that shit

That is
What I would call practice

Yolo
Yeah I make songs
That's most dope

Loco
An I did this all without a logo

Go Pro
Imma get bought like fro-yo

Yo bro
Everything I'm on that's solo

Head spinning like a drill bit when the drill twists
Sitting on my bed but in head on a steel bench
I be with the legends when I'm chilling with the realists
Want to be respected I don't what a record deal yet

New Beat
Got it on repeat like a movie

Use me
Gonna get knocked out loose tooth

Hooping
When I'm on the court yeah I shoot three's

You'll see
That I want more than just jewelry

Ooh We
Got it rolled up like snoop's weed

Lose sleep
Getting shit done
Cause imma tune freak

Groupies
Wanna lick me up like smoothie

Rudely
Kicking up dust like Bruce Lee

Reside Inside Some Equipment
I'm high off the golden swisher
That's right you know that I'm different
Yeah life goes by in an instant

The afterlife's intermission
Its rapping time so lets get it
I vibe with cute local bitches
In skies like cumulonimbus



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Pontius
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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