Rap Ship
Aye
Get them scratches in there you feel me
To anyone asking me where I've been
I've been doing the same shit for fucking four years and I swear
This is all I know how to do now so
I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna rap alright
Captain back up in his rap ship
The black sheep moving forward
All your forewords sounding past tense
I'm past tense, let pat vent
Aiming at these rap sims
Tighter than a lug
Only the plug could touch my last ten
Box against myself I got the gloves thats everlasting
Obnoxious off the liquor
Whats a king to carol baskins
Quarter man, three quarter pen
Full of him, so order in
Cut the cord you recording with
Leave you a brand new ordinance
Don't mind me I'm in orbit
Still circle around these norbits
Kiss her forehead in the morning
And tell her she looking gorgeous
I would tell you never quit
She a bitch and would tell you forfeit
I'm, Jordan when the 4's fit
More lit than what you torch with
Buh buh bitch
You a crease up in some forces
When its time to ride the beat
I tell em saddle up the horses
Eat my girl for breakfast brunch and dinner
Y'all been skipping courses
Gt40 flow, still know your budget can't a ford this
But fuck it, set the bar and watch em duck it
Doing limbo with a nympho at this tempo walking bucket
Pan is hot its hard to touch it
Spit like schoolboy in the bucket hat
Canadian at the orgy I'm sorry still can't fuck with pat
Rude boy, dogging this beat
It's just a chew toy
Flow is still the aqua if your wifey need a pool boy
We, We divide and conquer
Keep it trucking like a tonka
Will he find that golden ticket
Took a Lyft with willy wonka
He ain't tell me where to look
Stole his book, but we split the fare
Went looking for your bars
Willy sick, they was never there
Sent the tickets up the mars
Tell Elon I need a chair
But if the spaceship full
Send the specs and I'll meet you there
The polar, the grizzly bear
Staring back at me in my mirror
Think my teeth getting sharper
My stomach sounds like it bare
She just swallowed all my kids
Was a day where they never cared
Say you tryna raise my kids you better throw up while you here
That's sick
But bars though
Don't be afraid to tell your homie he can't rap
Get them scratches in there you feel me
To anyone asking me where I've been
I've been doing the same shit for fucking four years and I swear
This is all I know how to do now so
I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna rap alright
Captain back up in his rap ship
The black sheep moving forward
All your forewords sounding past tense
I'm past tense, let pat vent
Aiming at these rap sims
Tighter than a lug
Only the plug could touch my last ten
Box against myself I got the gloves thats everlasting
Obnoxious off the liquor
Whats a king to carol baskins
Quarter man, three quarter pen
Full of him, so order in
Cut the cord you recording with
Leave you a brand new ordinance
Don't mind me I'm in orbit
Still circle around these norbits
Kiss her forehead in the morning
And tell her she looking gorgeous
I would tell you never quit
She a bitch and would tell you forfeit
I'm, Jordan when the 4's fit
More lit than what you torch with
Buh buh bitch
You a crease up in some forces
When its time to ride the beat
I tell em saddle up the horses
Eat my girl for breakfast brunch and dinner
Y'all been skipping courses
Gt40 flow, still know your budget can't a ford this
But fuck it, set the bar and watch em duck it
Doing limbo with a nympho at this tempo walking bucket
Pan is hot its hard to touch it
Spit like schoolboy in the bucket hat
Canadian at the orgy I'm sorry still can't fuck with pat
Rude boy, dogging this beat
It's just a chew toy
Flow is still the aqua if your wifey need a pool boy
We, We divide and conquer
Keep it trucking like a tonka
Will he find that golden ticket
Took a Lyft with willy wonka
He ain't tell me where to look
Stole his book, but we split the fare
Went looking for your bars
Willy sick, they was never there
Sent the tickets up the mars
Tell Elon I need a chair
But if the spaceship full
Send the specs and I'll meet you there
The polar, the grizzly bear
Staring back at me in my mirror
Think my teeth getting sharper
My stomach sounds like it bare
She just swallowed all my kids
Was a day where they never cared
Say you tryna raise my kids you better throw up while you here
That's sick
But bars though
Don't be afraid to tell your homie he can't rap
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Writer(s): Pat Knight
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