Firing on all Cylinders
Well, well, well
Firing on all Cylinders
Package complete, gift wrapped like its Amazon
Putting on my shoes getting ready for the marathon
Yeah I go savage on the track no twenty one
Looking like I cracked the code shoutout to the pentagon
Oh no here I go again, gladiator Russell Crowe equipped with a pen
I been on the low making moves for the win
One of a kind know nothin' bout a twin
I'm the only one who controls this body
Mind and the vision stay clear not foggy
Music with a message, got logic no bobby
Beats hit ya chest like a twelve gauge shotty
Like boom, igniting the fume
Sweep 'em all up, yeah grab me the broom
Boy I been this ill since I came out the womb
They thinking that they know me but please don't assume
Lyrics crispy like Panko
Flow through the track like I'm Draino
Erupt on the beat volcano
Shoot for the stars I ain't talking Galileo
Spitfire I know, and now they know
Kill this beat, talkin' Georgie in a raincoat
Sharpen my skills up every day though
All of the above boy I got it like I'm Maino
It's been years on the low
I been doin this just working on the flow
But Now it's time to go, yeah we got to let 'em know
I'm feeling like the rook that's turning to a pro
Like butter to a roll, like the furnace to a coal
I just complement these beats speaking lyrics from the soul
No I cannot be contained no I cannot be controlled
Even if they treat me like dirt know that I am gold
Like overdrive activate, seen the road I had to take
Everything I have I bet it on myself I had to stake
Ain't always perfect sacrifices that I've had to make
Distractions everywhere I'm staying focused cannot bite the bait
The time is now, pushing forward no more time to wait
I'm giving all I got I show up early and I'm leaving late
Always getting better graph moving up it's never straight
Just catchin' on but soon they gonna gravitate
Towards me, you'll see, I got the high ground now, Kenobi
One stop shop like, Adobe
Raptors '06 and I'm Kobe
Hah, watch me score 81
Giving all that I got 'til the day that I'm done
Killin' off old versions of myself in my head so often that I feel like Jet Li, I'm the One
And we've only just begun, please listen everyone
Take 'em back to the basics, Hot Cross Bun
I'm rising up quick, shining brighter than sun
They be like who's that? Almost like a hit and run
Yeah I'm pretty unknown
Practicing the wordplay, lyrics, and the tone
Every fiber of my being, blood, cartilage, and bone
Is going into it nothing less'll be condoned
So join the Club, we just gettin' better
Tryna get Bread, goin Ham for the Cheddar
Add the Turkey gobble on these beats like whenever
Like Lettuce discuss how I'm a go getter
Let me take a sec to talk bars if I Mayo
Certified fresh, no rotten Tomato
Ready and prepared, go and put it on a plate though
Add some jalapeño chips boy be fuego
Whoo! Just let me ride out
Snatching up the game like a buy out
Ain't heard the name you should find out
Before I hit the red carpet and I slide out
Oh they wanna see me I'll be right out
The realest motherfucker inside out
Discipline the beat like a time out
Finito, done, turn the lights out
Firing on all Cylinders
Welcome to the album
Firing on all Cylinders
Package complete, gift wrapped like its Amazon
Putting on my shoes getting ready for the marathon
Yeah I go savage on the track no twenty one
Looking like I cracked the code shoutout to the pentagon
Oh no here I go again, gladiator Russell Crowe equipped with a pen
I been on the low making moves for the win
One of a kind know nothin' bout a twin
I'm the only one who controls this body
Mind and the vision stay clear not foggy
Music with a message, got logic no bobby
Beats hit ya chest like a twelve gauge shotty
Like boom, igniting the fume
Sweep 'em all up, yeah grab me the broom
Boy I been this ill since I came out the womb
They thinking that they know me but please don't assume
Lyrics crispy like Panko
Flow through the track like I'm Draino
Erupt on the beat volcano
Shoot for the stars I ain't talking Galileo
Spitfire I know, and now they know
Kill this beat, talkin' Georgie in a raincoat
Sharpen my skills up every day though
All of the above boy I got it like I'm Maino
It's been years on the low
I been doin this just working on the flow
But Now it's time to go, yeah we got to let 'em know
I'm feeling like the rook that's turning to a pro
Like butter to a roll, like the furnace to a coal
I just complement these beats speaking lyrics from the soul
No I cannot be contained no I cannot be controlled
Even if they treat me like dirt know that I am gold
Like overdrive activate, seen the road I had to take
Everything I have I bet it on myself I had to stake
Ain't always perfect sacrifices that I've had to make
Distractions everywhere I'm staying focused cannot bite the bait
The time is now, pushing forward no more time to wait
I'm giving all I got I show up early and I'm leaving late
Always getting better graph moving up it's never straight
Just catchin' on but soon they gonna gravitate
Towards me, you'll see, I got the high ground now, Kenobi
One stop shop like, Adobe
Raptors '06 and I'm Kobe
Hah, watch me score 81
Giving all that I got 'til the day that I'm done
Killin' off old versions of myself in my head so often that I feel like Jet Li, I'm the One
And we've only just begun, please listen everyone
Take 'em back to the basics, Hot Cross Bun
I'm rising up quick, shining brighter than sun
They be like who's that? Almost like a hit and run
Yeah I'm pretty unknown
Practicing the wordplay, lyrics, and the tone
Every fiber of my being, blood, cartilage, and bone
Is going into it nothing less'll be condoned
So join the Club, we just gettin' better
Tryna get Bread, goin Ham for the Cheddar
Add the Turkey gobble on these beats like whenever
Like Lettuce discuss how I'm a go getter
Let me take a sec to talk bars if I Mayo
Certified fresh, no rotten Tomato
Ready and prepared, go and put it on a plate though
Add some jalapeño chips boy be fuego
Whoo! Just let me ride out
Snatching up the game like a buy out
Ain't heard the name you should find out
Before I hit the red carpet and I slide out
Oh they wanna see me I'll be right out
The realest motherfucker inside out
Discipline the beat like a time out
Finito, done, turn the lights out
Firing on all Cylinders
Welcome to the album
Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Sparks
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