DEADSHOT64

Let the gunshot into the air
To the throne I'm the heir
Answers to their prayers
Disasters repaired
All the paths that were lead
Down the same road
How's it going?
Same old same old
Keep it lowkey
Under a lock and a key
Until I got all of the keys
And all of the doors they unlocking for me
All of the times I've been knocking now me
I had to take a step back
To realise in actual fact
I can only spit actual facts
That's actually me
That's actually me on the stage
That's actually me on the page
On the street in ma home when I sleep
Every day
That's me on the phone
So when I'm ringing hit the green button
If you're speaking better mean something
Always speaking never means nothing
Have to eat my green beans if I wanna be something
And I do
Pay my dues what I mean
Start a genre like I'm Wiley
Spend ten years in the pipeline
But now it's unblock the pipe time
So with a bottle of that draino
Head bopping to some Kano
I clear the whole sink out
Let your wet bars dry out
Man I've never met such a wet little buyout
You sold yourself short
You repel sauce
Everything I do is self taught
Well except for things that I gotta thank my pops for
Now I can watch my life like a movie pass the popcorn
I don't pop corn
Never acted cool or packed a tool
It was impractical
Gottta stay practical
Stay tactical
Not too many man that can handle you
But it's okay
Put them on the sideline
Ironic how I listened to the whole of sideline story
And I received all the guidelines
Just write real rhymes
I've seen true crime
True say I done spent time thinking bout the past
Looking at the stars
Always picking it apart
Tick ticking is my part coming up
I might start something up
Damn my hearts pumping blood
To every vein up in my system
Got my blood pulsating to the rhythm
Give a fuck about the ism or the skism
Give a fuck about you in and out prison
And it's not like I'm endowed with wisdom
I just say what I see on a daily through my prism
Now any criticism
Comes with skepticism
Cuz I know that every sentence written
Yeh it comes from the heart it's not narcissism
But you hardly driven
And I'm hardly smitten
With anything that's sub par bars listen to the scripture
Yeah listen to the picture
That's right I said listen to the picture
Cuz I don't paint it
I just lay it
Down on a mic
If you're down babe tonight
Come round 8 or 9
I can't waste any time
Later on in the night
Ima right down some rhymes
I just ride out some rough times
I hear ride outs and knife crimes
More time when it's bedtime
So that's best time
To stay up late maybe pray
Then I let a beat play
To let the time pass
I just drive past
All the topics that they bypassed
Coz they were busy tryna drive fast
I just drive slow
Still thinking bout how to multiply dough
I guess money makes money
Invest in myself then I'm the money maker