Batman
A somber mood
Make lotta moves
O do get reacquainted
I got the juice
That's simply true
Be glad when people make it
This ain't no flex
This is my lyrical opus
"You keep taking these shots"
Well... you keep leaving me open
I ain't got a lot of handles
But I'm pyro-ing my candle
Screw the accolades baby
I'll put some doodoo on my mantle
I don't care about your praise
Or how you rain on my parade
Or how you talk behind my face
And say my joints is trash
I am sleeping in pt
Drinking decaffeinated coffee
Playing GTA
Wit 2 and a half homies
I'm mad at Ginuwine
That nigga ain't do Pony
I be so mad at myself
Like Cody was mad at Four Leaf
Poor me
For every break I get
I put myself together
Does it make me off putting
It ain't that hard to be clever
I'm firing these pistols
Bang bang at your noggin
Read my lyrics to your babies
They're good for phonics
Watch my meteoric rise to prominence
More elite than mediocre
I got mo heat than I'm supposed ta
Stepping on you posers Roaches
Ima old bald head Iike Amber Rose is
Is you digging me?
Realistically quite frankly I think I'm thee epitome
Please don't try to belittle me
I'm wishing on a star
While you wish your car would start
Evil chuckle
Insert here
Hahaha
I'm Skeletor
Make your melon soft
That sounded weird
But I ain't gonna fix it
Murdering beats
They fit the description
Can't compare to 5-0
Being black in America
Is purely all survival
Like Fievel
Back to saying nigga nigga
What I need to lie for
Show me that you're real
And a cause that you will die for
I'm liable to lose it
If it isn't nailed down
Been wading through the bull spit
Wit a crown and a pound
Of that
Oooo weeee
I ain't talking sticky green
I'm talking loose leaf
I be raking my garden
Turning molehills into mountains
Yet I'm so chill like I'm Malcolm
He does love it when you doubt him
And he giggles when you clown him
Wrote this while I'm crapping
Wit fingers on a napkin
Shout out to Will and Passion
And Friday on the beats
I'm going acapella
Can never be normal fella
Turtle rap forever
Gave you several heads up
Make lotta moves
O do get reacquainted
I got the juice
That's simply true
Be glad when people make it
This ain't no flex
This is my lyrical opus
"You keep taking these shots"
Well... you keep leaving me open
I ain't got a lot of handles
But I'm pyro-ing my candle
Screw the accolades baby
I'll put some doodoo on my mantle
I don't care about your praise
Or how you rain on my parade
Or how you talk behind my face
And say my joints is trash
I am sleeping in pt
Drinking decaffeinated coffee
Playing GTA
Wit 2 and a half homies
I'm mad at Ginuwine
That nigga ain't do Pony
I be so mad at myself
Like Cody was mad at Four Leaf
Poor me
For every break I get
I put myself together
Does it make me off putting
It ain't that hard to be clever
I'm firing these pistols
Bang bang at your noggin
Read my lyrics to your babies
They're good for phonics
Watch my meteoric rise to prominence
More elite than mediocre
I got mo heat than I'm supposed ta
Stepping on you posers Roaches
Ima old bald head Iike Amber Rose is
Is you digging me?
Realistically quite frankly I think I'm thee epitome
Please don't try to belittle me
I'm wishing on a star
While you wish your car would start
Evil chuckle
Insert here
Hahaha
I'm Skeletor
Make your melon soft
That sounded weird
But I ain't gonna fix it
Murdering beats
They fit the description
Can't compare to 5-0
Being black in America
Is purely all survival
Like Fievel
Back to saying nigga nigga
What I need to lie for
Show me that you're real
And a cause that you will die for
I'm liable to lose it
If it isn't nailed down
Been wading through the bull spit
Wit a crown and a pound
Of that
Oooo weeee
I ain't talking sticky green
I'm talking loose leaf
I be raking my garden
Turning molehills into mountains
Yet I'm so chill like I'm Malcolm
He does love it when you doubt him
And he giggles when you clown him
Wrote this while I'm crapping
Wit fingers on a napkin
Shout out to Will and Passion
And Friday on the beats
I'm going acapella
Can never be normal fella
Turtle rap forever
Gave you several heads up
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Cowan
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