Pass Go
Never mind all the money leaving my pocket
I'm sure it's for something provocative
Something that only I can give
Get my mind off the clock
A way I ought to live
And soon all of my names will be mentioned with certain adjectives
Maybe like Sublime ahead of my time
Lebron as an artist and Kobe with rhymes
It's overtime with these lines
Kill killer that got a different design
It's get down or lay down and you got time to resign
It's nothing personal
Just saying I'm big dog, still merciful
Could get you some play from some of your homies that ain't heard of you
Know it's a shaky time for some rappers that ain't versatile
I promise that anything surgical is irreversible
Two thousand and twenty now I'm focus on my vertical
I made big plans before my hairline go convertible
Don't need much
A little faith and something workable
Just keep it cool and keep it ten and two I'm moving purposeful
I came late, now I got a snatched plates
Why you taking pictures with it and I still haven't ate
Still stretching no shape
Peanut butter go crazy with the grape
Bet on me and I'll double these plates
Stay smooth switching gears to fast life
Stay true to the root
Looking for the state troop
Baby throw the symbol in the air
Ten mins and I'll swoop
Call your friends so the homies can vibe too
I've been working I can't say this shit luck
Trying to make a hundred bands with a buck
Bout to have the whole city going up
If it ain't about us, we don't really give a fuck
They gon' give me my respect at first glance
Hit a move then I end it with a dance
And you thinking I'm here looking for a chance
They don't gotta lift me up, bitch I got my own hands aye
Face it, new nascent can't reject it
Gon' be hard for you to dodge this compilation
Haters won't admit it but respect this congregation
I'm usually serving L's but this a special occasion
That new crack go through the ear this a donation
Sorry I ain't say nothing bout the early invasion
I bag hoes from white, black, Indian, Asian
Hip hop gon' be alright
Just take some deep reparations
My nigga I'm a rookie just know I'm coming strong
Got confidence like big women claiming they big bone
Like birds in the park, just watch when I'm dropping
I tend to get my shit on
Tell you bout that big stage is where I belong
For eons
Eons I represent the games protons
Came from the planet Krypton
C walking like it's crip time
My kryptonite is wack shit
Fucking up commas with icons mission
May I add this whole cultural religion
Came through in a bucket alignment crooked said fuck it
With four gallons I lucked it, my own family reluctant
Smith Wesson, I suck it
Shit most of my old friends are split ends, I cut it
Try to get in my pocket
Buzzing I shake em off like falling parts on a rocket
All black I rock it with higher class ebonics
who really against the team I'll write it down as a docket
Saying you the king homie you funny
Affion Crockett
I've been working I can't say this shit luck
Trying to make a hundred bands with a buck
Bout to have the whole city going up
If it ain't about us, we don't really give a fuck
They gon' give me my respect at first glance
Hit a move then I end it with a dance
And you thinking I'm here looking for a chance
They don't gotta lift me up, bitch I got my own hands aye
I'm sure it's for something provocative
Something that only I can give
Get my mind off the clock
A way I ought to live
And soon all of my names will be mentioned with certain adjectives
Maybe like Sublime ahead of my time
Lebron as an artist and Kobe with rhymes
It's overtime with these lines
Kill killer that got a different design
It's get down or lay down and you got time to resign
It's nothing personal
Just saying I'm big dog, still merciful
Could get you some play from some of your homies that ain't heard of you
Know it's a shaky time for some rappers that ain't versatile
I promise that anything surgical is irreversible
Two thousand and twenty now I'm focus on my vertical
I made big plans before my hairline go convertible
Don't need much
A little faith and something workable
Just keep it cool and keep it ten and two I'm moving purposeful
I came late, now I got a snatched plates
Why you taking pictures with it and I still haven't ate
Still stretching no shape
Peanut butter go crazy with the grape
Bet on me and I'll double these plates
Stay smooth switching gears to fast life
Stay true to the root
Looking for the state troop
Baby throw the symbol in the air
Ten mins and I'll swoop
Call your friends so the homies can vibe too
I've been working I can't say this shit luck
Trying to make a hundred bands with a buck
Bout to have the whole city going up
If it ain't about us, we don't really give a fuck
They gon' give me my respect at first glance
Hit a move then I end it with a dance
And you thinking I'm here looking for a chance
They don't gotta lift me up, bitch I got my own hands aye
Face it, new nascent can't reject it
Gon' be hard for you to dodge this compilation
Haters won't admit it but respect this congregation
I'm usually serving L's but this a special occasion
That new crack go through the ear this a donation
Sorry I ain't say nothing bout the early invasion
I bag hoes from white, black, Indian, Asian
Hip hop gon' be alright
Just take some deep reparations
My nigga I'm a rookie just know I'm coming strong
Got confidence like big women claiming they big bone
Like birds in the park, just watch when I'm dropping
I tend to get my shit on
Tell you bout that big stage is where I belong
For eons
Eons I represent the games protons
Came from the planet Krypton
C walking like it's crip time
My kryptonite is wack shit
Fucking up commas with icons mission
May I add this whole cultural religion
Came through in a bucket alignment crooked said fuck it
With four gallons I lucked it, my own family reluctant
Smith Wesson, I suck it
Shit most of my old friends are split ends, I cut it
Try to get in my pocket
Buzzing I shake em off like falling parts on a rocket
All black I rock it with higher class ebonics
who really against the team I'll write it down as a docket
Saying you the king homie you funny
Affion Crockett
I've been working I can't say this shit luck
Trying to make a hundred bands with a buck
Bout to have the whole city going up
If it ain't about us, we don't really give a fuck
They gon' give me my respect at first glance
Hit a move then I end it with a dance
And you thinking I'm here looking for a chance
They don't gotta lift me up, bitch I got my own hands aye
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Writer(s): Miles Taylor
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