No Rest
I went from anime clips to animator
On stage I elevate hands like police
Behind my bars stay calm
I'm that southside bruddah you know me
As the kid with the specs looking neeky as hell Probably staying at out of Narm
Cuz I keep to myself never speak less I felt like I really gotta fight or run
Shout out to my grandma, first time that she heard my stanzas
At my show said that's my Grandson, to everybody there that she tapped on
Fam, lights, camera and action
On the day that I left my faction at school
To be one whole of fraction it's cool
To be yourself is so cool
People thought I was a fool
People saw me writing raps
Eman told me that I'm crap
Molly told me that I'm crap
I know David said I'm bad
Even you would call me bad
But I just worked and worked and worked and worked around every doubt I had and learned to be the proudest
I can be never the guy who quit
So after school I practiced every hour
Thousand hours, Hella days nights
I ain't Archie elevating minds
But I practice like eleven times to right
My wrongs, I write this song in hopes that you
Will start the grind be open to
Sacrifice some nights for you
This aint no game of thrones
You cant mess with a Lord at home
I'm in my element
Rap so eloquent
I make waves then vanish no evidence
Move like Little Finger
Tyrion Lannister
Pop out the canister
New face, Arya, I aint a amateur
On stage I elevate hands like police
Behind my bars stay calm
I'm that southside bruddah you know me
As the kid with the specs looking neeky as hell Probably staying at out of Narm
Cuz I keep to myself never speak less I felt like I really gotta fight or run
Shout out to my grandma, first time that she heard my stanzas
At my show said that's my Grandson, to everybody there that she tapped on
Fam, lights, camera and action
On the day that I left my faction at school
To be one whole of fraction it's cool
To be yourself is so cool
People thought I was a fool
People saw me writing raps
Eman told me that I'm crap
Molly told me that I'm crap
I know David said I'm bad
Even you would call me bad
But I just worked and worked and worked and worked around every doubt I had and learned to be the proudest
I can be never the guy who quit
So after school I practiced every hour
Thousand hours, Hella days nights
I ain't Archie elevating minds
But I practice like eleven times to right
My wrongs, I write this song in hopes that you
Will start the grind be open to
Sacrifice some nights for you
This aint no game of thrones
You cant mess with a Lord at home
I'm in my element
Rap so eloquent
I make waves then vanish no evidence
Move like Little Finger
Tyrion Lannister
Pop out the canister
New face, Arya, I aint a amateur
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Peters
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