SHEESH!
Hop in a jet I get fly with the best I get high by the best and I'm Delaware's finest
I start turning up when I dropped perfect timing
And then I got hotter when I hit the sauna
I'll never stop grindin' until the sun up
I'm one up
You run up on me you get done up
I don't ask for much I just ask for respect and for all of my family to keep it a hunna
Seeing all 4 seasons shit is a blessing
Cause sometimes niggas don't make it through summer
My pop ain't raise me that's kind of a bummer I needed a figure in place of a father
I'm finally grown turned into a man I had a Lil guidance so shout out my mama
I'm taking my time while consistently dropping improving my projects
I swear they some bombers
(Like BOOM)
Why i hop in my muh fuckin' bag like that
I came in the booth all high off the za and all these lightbulbs
And my hat turned back
Yeah that's no cap
I couldn't express my emotions when I was young that's when I literally had no rap
Then out of nowhere i obtained this talent
And now it's just me spittin' on the hi-hats with the drums in the back
And the 808s kickin' and the snares keep clapping
Synths are the reason why I'm making this magic
Flow like a semi-automatic (Yeah)
Lived a hard life like Aladdin (Yeah)
Now I get in cars and I'm passenger
Oh i think my high coming down and we landing hop in a corvette corvette
It's a lot of niggas who don't fuck with me but wassup with me
You way too focused on the chosen one that's why y'all still number 3
But luckily I got 1 shot to shoot possibly could be runtz for me
If I lose my grip then I lost it all everybody will be like that's dumb of me
(DICKHEAD!)
The moral of the story I got a lot to lose so I'll risk it all for that big bag
But I'm smart so I inch pass, yeah I'm sly with it
When i first started rap I would rush my flow, rapping like I had a time limit
I would show my bro my songs best advice
He said slow down and put ya time in it
So what I do, I took a calm minute
Challenging, yes but i did my best to show that I'm perseverant in other ways
Then chasing girls on the highway
While I gotta girl back home spamming my phone asking me why I'm late
I'm bout to violate beat
Katana made this beat
Racks on me at the beach
Strap on me at the beach
Private island and some tea
Cause I don't even really drink
That's some shit that I can see
My vision like Bahama sea
Tryna feel Bahama breeze
But I ain't selfish I gotta family; shit
I gotta help my mama's needs
I pray to god on my knees
Throwing in an extra, please
Gotta make with this rapping make it really happened cause I gotta family feed
Niggas be snakes in the grass you work in the sun
They'll probably go stand in the shade
While throwing some shade ya way
Them people gon fade away
When I got fucked up, jumped, cut bruised
And beat up man Wayne had saved the day
I gotta put on for my kids this shit is a legacy I gotta pave the way
I'm like the uncle at cookouts I'll lookout and give you my rib to make ya plate
How I'm that thurl you still do me scay?
I don't got a lot of friends cause niggas be gay
Wake up in the morning and check the media
They like what beat you gone kill today
I start turning up when I dropped perfect timing
And then I got hotter when I hit the sauna
I'll never stop grindin' until the sun up
I'm one up
You run up on me you get done up
I don't ask for much I just ask for respect and for all of my family to keep it a hunna
Seeing all 4 seasons shit is a blessing
Cause sometimes niggas don't make it through summer
My pop ain't raise me that's kind of a bummer I needed a figure in place of a father
I'm finally grown turned into a man I had a Lil guidance so shout out my mama
I'm taking my time while consistently dropping improving my projects
I swear they some bombers
(Like BOOM)
Why i hop in my muh fuckin' bag like that
I came in the booth all high off the za and all these lightbulbs
And my hat turned back
Yeah that's no cap
I couldn't express my emotions when I was young that's when I literally had no rap
Then out of nowhere i obtained this talent
And now it's just me spittin' on the hi-hats with the drums in the back
And the 808s kickin' and the snares keep clapping
Synths are the reason why I'm making this magic
Flow like a semi-automatic (Yeah)
Lived a hard life like Aladdin (Yeah)
Now I get in cars and I'm passenger
Oh i think my high coming down and we landing hop in a corvette corvette
It's a lot of niggas who don't fuck with me but wassup with me
You way too focused on the chosen one that's why y'all still number 3
But luckily I got 1 shot to shoot possibly could be runtz for me
If I lose my grip then I lost it all everybody will be like that's dumb of me
(DICKHEAD!)
The moral of the story I got a lot to lose so I'll risk it all for that big bag
But I'm smart so I inch pass, yeah I'm sly with it
When i first started rap I would rush my flow, rapping like I had a time limit
I would show my bro my songs best advice
He said slow down and put ya time in it
So what I do, I took a calm minute
Challenging, yes but i did my best to show that I'm perseverant in other ways
Then chasing girls on the highway
While I gotta girl back home spamming my phone asking me why I'm late
I'm bout to violate beat
Katana made this beat
Racks on me at the beach
Strap on me at the beach
Private island and some tea
Cause I don't even really drink
That's some shit that I can see
My vision like Bahama sea
Tryna feel Bahama breeze
But I ain't selfish I gotta family; shit
I gotta help my mama's needs
I pray to god on my knees
Throwing in an extra, please
Gotta make with this rapping make it really happened cause I gotta family feed
Niggas be snakes in the grass you work in the sun
They'll probably go stand in the shade
While throwing some shade ya way
Them people gon fade away
When I got fucked up, jumped, cut bruised
And beat up man Wayne had saved the day
I gotta put on for my kids this shit is a legacy I gotta pave the way
I'm like the uncle at cookouts I'll lookout and give you my rib to make ya plate
How I'm that thurl you still do me scay?
I don't got a lot of friends cause niggas be gay
Wake up in the morning and check the media
They like what beat you gone kill today
Credits
Writer(s): Devohn Infinite
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