Humble Pie

I make them think what I want to come through
One two never waste my life away
Make it hot like the sun do gun pulled untrue
That life is not for me
I write a rhyme and I blast off pass yawl
Got me looking like a track star nascar
Ride smooth on the asphalt
Hats off flow sharp like a hacksaw that's all
Make a scene just a little bit
Fake love ain't a friend of mine Kin of mine to the end of time
It ain't sweet like a cinnabon love and hate get intertwined at the finish line
Now it's dinner time I'm awake no debate I'm great you can't hang on your off day
What you talking bout a party Nah they thought they flow was crisp but it's looking sautéed
Stand back while I work I'm off the wall
Since birth get a smirk from all the broads
And I popped off no expensive cars
Chains and fat cigars gave them all my flaws
Now I'm tryna get the time back define rap
Showing yawl how to grind that like a dime sack
From the ground to the climax climb that
At the pinnacle finish you where you put your rhymes at
Rewind that time trap catch a contact ready for combat ya' mindset trickled with nonsense
I'm timeless witness the progress
I been hated on since I was wearing a five x
I'm back now not in the background
My hat down full deck right in the front
They say its no cut cards when the spades is played
There's a couple jokers all in ya' bunch don't touch
I break them down like reciprocal fractions
Actions put the game on lock like blacksmiths Fresh air I done gave gave them life
If I didn't write it you can save the hype
Amazing right how I take and blaze the mic
Yawl cold like ice I'm the cajun type
Rookie MC's I'm a raise them right
Here's the whole humble pie better save a slice



Credits
Writer(s): Vernon Bradford
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