Waymore

Can I spit for a minute
Head been spinning lately I've been drinking what I'm given
Crazy disposition I be solo in the kitchen
But I be tippy toe-in when we talk bout how it's splitting
And I be having 10 down moving different since they told me I'm the greatest in town
If you debating just because you've never played him or been told just how to rate him
This a chance to think right now
But shit it ain't a thing to me
I done rocked some stages had 'em waving like they out sea
When I play my latest I can see on niggas faces that I'm outta reach
Head been feeling weighted I just hope my parents proud of me
But my rug got some burn holes
I be dropping blunts
Hot box the room
Feel like a wormhole
Space boys yup I'm something like the colonel
Spit inferno paranormal Ricky known to bump your dermal

Back up in it
Ricky far from finished
To be honest I just started but been rapping for a minute
I'll admit it thought bout stopping I'm a natural born cynic
Mental wicked shit been shaking cause I pushed it to the limit
I can feel it
Got some verses that'll get the Buick tinted
Ricky never renting bought a crib and gotta a couple tenants
Hope you listen cause I know when niggas really on a mission
It be cloudy even when you know they fucking with the vision
Aight listen know that most missing
On my toes like Ali back when he rolled Liston
Added those senses now I'm used those
When I spit I make that hoe glisten
Like I'm super cold this is it
Thats like whole mission
Ya dig
Ricky grinding but I'm so pensive (Shit)
In a line up you should gone pick em (Yeh)
On track committing felonies
Flowing heavenly
Locked it down you gone tell on me



Credits
Writer(s): Roderick Smith
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