Authentic
Riding around with that top back
Thinking about where the top at
I'm thinking thoughts with my top hat
We press record and make top tracks
Just putting on for my campaign
Leave the world with my stamp man
Never think that I cant change
I came to shoot and I'm in range
I'mma get it poppin no champagne
Came to eat no hunger games
Put work dont want the fame
Put it down thats why I came
This rap game is so mystical
Beat the track is my ritual
I'mma tell u where I come from I'm Florida like Seminole
Flow good for u like vitamins, vitamins and minerals
No substitute no chemicals I got the real no Sweet and Low
Its automatic mechanical no holding on I'm letting go
Just a part time rapper though with a full time rap flow
Rap games Commando kill a verse go Rambo
Never low on ammo, take off like a Lambo
Stay tight like bajos better tighten your bands yo
This world is full of straight animals, eat u up no cannibals
Most of them is straight blasphemy
They talk war and no casualties, they getting cake never had a piece
Talk gun cuz you got a piece, out to make a masterpiece
On it boy since Master P back when it was his prime time
Thats a flashback time bomb
My style so authentic check that got flaws in it
Running back go hard in it heavy weight like Bowe Riddick
No time for no critics got a life then go live it
Want something then go get it no such thing as a gold ticket
What you want though a hand out, standing there with your hands out
Go ahead put your hands down out work the rest and thats hands down
I'm moving on and ya'll stand around like we aint leaving we stay in town
They tied up they been bound they smell blood and they blood hounds
Got a King and he been crowned nothing new boy he been round
Pick me up when I been down, ahd me out now I'm in bound
Straight now but I been clowned got with the fam for a sit down
I aint leave I aint skip town now I'm writing like pen pals
In the top percentile letting off projectiles
Stay low key you dont know me aint been flashy dont get loud
I step back and check how I'm living, give thanks for what I've been giving
I'm writing my life and I'm spitting, me quitting
You must be kidding
Call it a blessing or call it genetic whatever you want but I know I'm authentic
I think of my life and I trying to pen it
Demons they see me they want me to end it
They know where I could be they know where I'm headed
They dont want that man they sick and they dread it
Confusing our people now look what the set is
Dont know what we want but we dying to get it
Thinking about where the top at
I'm thinking thoughts with my top hat
We press record and make top tracks
Just putting on for my campaign
Leave the world with my stamp man
Never think that I cant change
I came to shoot and I'm in range
I'mma get it poppin no champagne
Came to eat no hunger games
Put work dont want the fame
Put it down thats why I came
This rap game is so mystical
Beat the track is my ritual
I'mma tell u where I come from I'm Florida like Seminole
Flow good for u like vitamins, vitamins and minerals
No substitute no chemicals I got the real no Sweet and Low
Its automatic mechanical no holding on I'm letting go
Just a part time rapper though with a full time rap flow
Rap games Commando kill a verse go Rambo
Never low on ammo, take off like a Lambo
Stay tight like bajos better tighten your bands yo
This world is full of straight animals, eat u up no cannibals
Most of them is straight blasphemy
They talk war and no casualties, they getting cake never had a piece
Talk gun cuz you got a piece, out to make a masterpiece
On it boy since Master P back when it was his prime time
Thats a flashback time bomb
My style so authentic check that got flaws in it
Running back go hard in it heavy weight like Bowe Riddick
No time for no critics got a life then go live it
Want something then go get it no such thing as a gold ticket
What you want though a hand out, standing there with your hands out
Go ahead put your hands down out work the rest and thats hands down
I'm moving on and ya'll stand around like we aint leaving we stay in town
They tied up they been bound they smell blood and they blood hounds
Got a King and he been crowned nothing new boy he been round
Pick me up when I been down, ahd me out now I'm in bound
Straight now but I been clowned got with the fam for a sit down
I aint leave I aint skip town now I'm writing like pen pals
In the top percentile letting off projectiles
Stay low key you dont know me aint been flashy dont get loud
I step back and check how I'm living, give thanks for what I've been giving
I'm writing my life and I'm spitting, me quitting
You must be kidding
Call it a blessing or call it genetic whatever you want but I know I'm authentic
I think of my life and I trying to pen it
Demons they see me they want me to end it
They know where I could be they know where I'm headed
They dont want that man they sick and they dread it
Confusing our people now look what the set is
Dont know what we want but we dying to get it
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Writer(s): Ricardo Marin
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