Intro

Quarantine made a boring teen
More to make when there's more to me
Force of hate is the source of heat
Control my traits, they torture me
More than late got me mortified
Motivate so I'm more than high
Sort the hate by the source of lies and I pour a chase so it's normal like
So who the fuck tryna holla
I ain't made a damn dollar
So called rappers go farther
Flow cold but I got hotter
Imma come for them like a running back
Try sonning me, have fun with that
I'm the morning sun, keep coming back with a lotta heat, like 100 gats
Study the game admiring rap
Some love the pain, they firing back
Lighten the facts, their life is all cap
Upping their case as most likely to crap right out their mouth like a centipede commonly
Comment on culture like how can you accommodate countless of vultures and connors who kinda hate
Counter the cohorts with comets that dominate
Right here on earth
I fear my worth
Light Years from birth
My spirit might work
Pray to god like a synagogue and I always talk to my inner thoughts
Tryna stop my monologue but the minor stuff rock right to heart

I'm back now so back down
Stand out like a class clown
Bad mouth with a bright smile
Gotta question, go ask now
You tryna link like AD's brow
Predict life, how it'll plan out
Steady prophet like a cash cow
Kiss my ass cause Dash out
Hold up, what ya mean
Gonna quit, nosiree
Overall pretty good like dungarees
You dipping now like Dunkaroos, can't dunk on me, Joel Embiid
No lols or OMG
Flow AOC imma change the game, don't OK me
I recognize that this culture's not mine
I just studied it up paying homage to gods
I'm talking Biggie and Pac
I'm talking 50 and Nas
From Guru to Tribe
Bumping Hova with mom
She said Adam fuck these curses
I told her mom all these verses made me the current damn person that roams right here on this Earth
I learned it from them, from my family too
Told my parents I'm rapping, they thinking what can we do
Nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Dashevsky
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