Wayside (feat. Decipoint)
I'm on the wayside
Godamn, got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside
Put myself there so I got to grow back
I got the chords, but no rigging me
Regular window, I'll give you transparency
Always transitioning but I won't miss a beat
They can get ready cuz we gone be history
You'll die when I come, Slade Wilson, that's a death stroke
Never undercover, only time is with a bed cloak
I am who I am, can't steal from my damn soul
Chickens judge the cover, you can't even see the egg yolk
Let's go
Nir-mjol
Switch the back to the front, God of Thunder, bitch
I'm Thor
I'm Demi-God, you Demi Lovato
You getting soft so don't let me go 'bravo'
But hoe, I'm staying so active
And I ain't Smaug, I ain't hiding in castles, no
My flow so radioactive
If you get hit you imagining dragons, woah
But now on the real
How do I get a hundred views on YouTube but a thousand on reels?
Don't you put me on the side if you browsing for real
Like shivers when out, I am chill
I got a road I can get to, I'll go 'till perfecto
Like a cigar, come to me just to get smoked
Stand by my actions, can't walk in my shoes
You don't get that I'm ten toes down
No fake shit when I'm around
Roleplay Twist, now a role, like a wrap, it's profound
You don't know half what I'm about
Or what I've dealt with, cards ain't coming out
Got them close to my chest like the arms in a bow
I'm hoping I get on the out and about
I'm coping with shit you ain't asking about
I'm loading the clips, that's a vide
Weapon's the mouth
I got the skills, but I get overlooked
I can barely get looks, not upset but it's truth
You'd rather get dudes on your list with no message
And book them on shows where the fans getting clueless
With every song there except the one that just blew up
You rapping some nuisance for money that you spend
While we in the back with the lyrics and trueness
I'm done with this bullshit, I'm still in the booth
But I'm on the wayside
Godamn got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside (Deci)
Put myself there so I got to grow back
Dopiest with the lines
Cocaine on a dime
You better get the pressure but bitch I'm a Diamond
Flowing like the Nile, drove a hundred miles
Still a beginner definition of winner epic drive, Chrysler
I'm wiser, my knowledge is wider, my mouth is on fire, my mind is an ice pick
When I rap right, shit, my foes boast
They're frozen but they get molded when I stab right in
I don't pay for advertisements
But I'm still moving, that's my only type of pro-motions (woah)
I'm sick, need a dock, rock the boat but this emcee sick with no ocean
My lines intricate, you got to loop my tracks, it's a roller coaster
My flows are colder than when my home of loners finally froze over (yeah, yeah)
Spit so wikied, I build an enterprise, bitch
Twist said "kill it" so I'm bringing in the fine print
If you get it, means I'm thinking of each line
Which gives a hint of genius spitting, no surprise, kid
Cuz the devil's in the details
I'm following the heat trails
Like I'm stalking the Ghost Rider, I'm dope got a weed smell
You know it, not that he'd tell, but ask shack, I'm a ghostwriter
Every time I got beef, I get a fucking bullseye
Guess you could say I'm ahead of the heard
Step inside I'm a beast, call me the brazen bull
I got a fire in my stomach, feel the burn
New at spitting on beats but it's so clear
I'm a destined elite, I have no fear
I don't listen to sheep, I'm in a goat tier
Think you're keeping with me? I have no peers
Pack a track with more dope than a chop bowl
Grab my pad every time because I got goals
Back to back with wordplay till you're lost, hoe
Stats and facts say I get it when I drop flows
I'm not looking for approval, I don't wanna do what you do
I've always been on the wayside
So when it comes up to my funeral, no one will ever google you
But as results, my name's high
I'm on the wayside
Godamn, got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside
Put myself there so I got to grow back
Godamn, got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside
Put myself there so I got to grow back
I got the chords, but no rigging me
Regular window, I'll give you transparency
Always transitioning but I won't miss a beat
They can get ready cuz we gone be history
You'll die when I come, Slade Wilson, that's a death stroke
Never undercover, only time is with a bed cloak
I am who I am, can't steal from my damn soul
Chickens judge the cover, you can't even see the egg yolk
Let's go
Nir-mjol
Switch the back to the front, God of Thunder, bitch
I'm Thor
I'm Demi-God, you Demi Lovato
You getting soft so don't let me go 'bravo'
But hoe, I'm staying so active
And I ain't Smaug, I ain't hiding in castles, no
My flow so radioactive
If you get hit you imagining dragons, woah
But now on the real
How do I get a hundred views on YouTube but a thousand on reels?
Don't you put me on the side if you browsing for real
Like shivers when out, I am chill
I got a road I can get to, I'll go 'till perfecto
Like a cigar, come to me just to get smoked
Stand by my actions, can't walk in my shoes
You don't get that I'm ten toes down
No fake shit when I'm around
Roleplay Twist, now a role, like a wrap, it's profound
You don't know half what I'm about
Or what I've dealt with, cards ain't coming out
Got them close to my chest like the arms in a bow
I'm hoping I get on the out and about
I'm coping with shit you ain't asking about
I'm loading the clips, that's a vide
Weapon's the mouth
I got the skills, but I get overlooked
I can barely get looks, not upset but it's truth
You'd rather get dudes on your list with no message
And book them on shows where the fans getting clueless
With every song there except the one that just blew up
You rapping some nuisance for money that you spend
While we in the back with the lyrics and trueness
I'm done with this bullshit, I'm still in the booth
But I'm on the wayside
Godamn got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside (Deci)
Put myself there so I got to grow back
Dopiest with the lines
Cocaine on a dime
You better get the pressure but bitch I'm a Diamond
Flowing like the Nile, drove a hundred miles
Still a beginner definition of winner epic drive, Chrysler
I'm wiser, my knowledge is wider, my mouth is on fire, my mind is an ice pick
When I rap right, shit, my foes boast
They're frozen but they get molded when I stab right in
I don't pay for advertisements
But I'm still moving, that's my only type of pro-motions (woah)
I'm sick, need a dock, rock the boat but this emcee sick with no ocean
My lines intricate, you got to loop my tracks, it's a roller coaster
My flows are colder than when my home of loners finally froze over (yeah, yeah)
Spit so wikied, I build an enterprise, bitch
Twist said "kill it" so I'm bringing in the fine print
If you get it, means I'm thinking of each line
Which gives a hint of genius spitting, no surprise, kid
Cuz the devil's in the details
I'm following the heat trails
Like I'm stalking the Ghost Rider, I'm dope got a weed smell
You know it, not that he'd tell, but ask shack, I'm a ghostwriter
Every time I got beef, I get a fucking bullseye
Guess you could say I'm ahead of the heard
Step inside I'm a beast, call me the brazen bull
I got a fire in my stomach, feel the burn
New at spitting on beats but it's so clear
I'm a destined elite, I have no fear
I don't listen to sheep, I'm in a goat tier
Think you're keeping with me? I have no peers
Pack a track with more dope than a chop bowl
Grab my pad every time because I got goals
Back to back with wordplay till you're lost, hoe
Stats and facts say I get it when I drop flows
I'm not looking for approval, I don't wanna do what you do
I've always been on the wayside
So when it comes up to my funeral, no one will ever google you
But as results, my name's high
I'm on the wayside
Godamn, got to get that back
Cuz I'm on the wayside
Nice hand so I can't fold back
I'm on the wayside
Can't stop 'till I'm on, that's facts
I'm on the wayside
Put myself there so I got to grow back
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Batista
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