Young Messiah

I get it crackin like Chris rock in Madagascar
They keep tryna edit me out but I close the chapter
Nobody ever can measure mention me for better
Say they wanna call me out promise you gon get the best of
Best of me I'ma get it bitch
Mess mess mess with me when I hear the shit
This that pressure when that pressure gets
Last time they wanna see me fall
Last time they seeing this and that's a base for another hit
The bases come the base jump the bass is lit
I get a pack with my niggas to
Pack around we a pack we the packers too
All I got is my niggas and my niggas do
All I got is in bitches who be ready to
Play the snake on me save the date on me
Wanna come back down no retakes for me
Who is that bad
Felling right there I feeling like that
Feeling like there when I feed it out back
The feelings lack so I had see who really out there having my back
No competition I was just missing it
I was here distant when she kissed the kid
I was out here flexing like you was the shit
I was out here strutting not to kick the flip
They was out here talking poet when they flip the story
I was out here given more of it
I give the moral to it to moralizes pressure tries
I'm trying to come down immoral but the moral of it
The more I love it

They get away like they missin it
Don't got time for statistics kid
Pardon of love comes around when they listen
Who are you to say it out loud is you missin
Nigga's behind my back they stay laughing like that
Who is you to get a messianic mask it for rap
Master fear when they mask it like that
They wanna hold me down but prayers for the savior of rap



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Huerta
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