Goodie Bag
I make music in rooms with some soon to be legends but really they don't even see the Potential
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
Hey let me get a couple things off my chest
I'm only helping out my momma now so as for rest
Fuck em As i get richer I just saved and invest
But the people that surround me start to raise their request damn
It's getting scary lets send them to the cemetery
I got my eye on the top so someone's getting buried
I brought a shovel to the game so I ain't ordinary
Ever since that one cold night in February
Create obituaries when I release
You can call Zack the quarter back he way he toss me the beats yugh
I ain't super still a hero in brother eyes
Damn I kind of miss the other guy
I make music in rooms with some soon to be legends but really they don't even see the Potential
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
A couple thousand hours isolated doc should take a look at that
A couple hundred beats the only actions where the hook is at
A couple hoes from high school that never gave my hoodie back
So when the album drops you ain't included in the goodie bag
Artists getting picked on suspend me and my bully ass
They told me to apologize but I ain't really good at that
Been putting so much work into this album that I do in fact
Drive myself crazy to a point I got to Uber back
Listen to the tracks that write for like a couple weeks
Listen to mixes and the master do I love the beat
Give that shit a break write another one some other heat
Throw this bitch in album mode double back and repeat
I make music in rooms with some soon to be legends but really they don't even see the Potential
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
Hey let me get a couple things off my chest
I'm only helping out my momma now so as for rest
Fuck em As i get richer I just saved and invest
But the people that surround me start to raise their request damn
It's getting scary lets send them to the cemetery
I got my eye on the top so someone's getting buried
I brought a shovel to the game so I ain't ordinary
Ever since that one cold night in February
Create obituaries when I release
You can call Zack the quarter back he way he toss me the beats yugh
I ain't super still a hero in brother eyes
Damn I kind of miss the other guy
I make music in rooms with some soon to be legends but really they don't even see the Potential
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
A couple thousand hours isolated doc should take a look at that
A couple hundred beats the only actions where the hook is at
A couple hoes from high school that never gave my hoodie back
So when the album drops you ain't included in the goodie bag
Artists getting picked on suspend me and my bully ass
They told me to apologize but I ain't really good at that
Been putting so much work into this album that I do in fact
Drive myself crazy to a point I got to Uber back
Listen to the tracks that write for like a couple weeks
Listen to mixes and the master do I love the beat
Give that shit a break write another one some other heat
Throw this bitch in album mode double back and repeat
I make music in rooms with some soon to be legends but really they don't even see the Potential
I ain't no rap god rap fast kill a flow half ass mother fucker swinging for the fences
I got a couple homies that be rapping just like me but lately I ain't seen them pick up a Pencil
I wish they knew that they could spit it with me fuck around and kick it with me whatever It takes to clear they mental
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Writer(s): Michael Harrison
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