Babe Ruth
I said, I'm here for the long run, baby
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10 or the 8 below that
Flow so boujee it came with a lowjack
Jock my flow one time and I'll get you a toe tag
No cap
Know a mf gotta brag a lil' bit
Goals on my list gettin' checked off quick
Names on the list gettin' checked off quicker
Careful who you dissin' hoe, I'm bros with some sinners
Pray I don't see ya
Ain't no church goer, but I'll send ya Gods way if I need to
I said, I'm here for the long run, baby
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10
Never judge it by the cover, check the contents
Scrawny boy, although, he might just hit the back fence
Never know what you could get until you take risks
How could you know 'bout true peace with a closed fist
How could a man truly lead if he's only known privilege
How you know the path out of poverty
You never been in it
Advertise real, but you only sell gimmicks
I'm here to speak truth
I ain't here to politic it
The clock ticking
The plot thickens
So bear witness
Accidentally fucking Perfect 'till my death sentence
This a fucking revolution, thought I been said it
Keep it movin' 'till the doctor say I'm bed ridden
I said, I'm here for the long run, baby
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10 or the 8 below that mf
No, I won't runaway
I'll let my tears fall in the open
And mix with the rain
No, I won't runaway
I'll tear my chest wide open
If that's what it takes
If that's what it takes
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10 or the 8 below that
Flow so boujee it came with a lowjack
Jock my flow one time and I'll get you a toe tag
No cap
Know a mf gotta brag a lil' bit
Goals on my list gettin' checked off quick
Names on the list gettin' checked off quicker
Careful who you dissin' hoe, I'm bros with some sinners
Pray I don't see ya
Ain't no church goer, but I'll send ya Gods way if I need to
I said, I'm here for the long run, baby
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10
Never judge it by the cover, check the contents
Scrawny boy, although, he might just hit the back fence
Never know what you could get until you take risks
How could you know 'bout true peace with a closed fist
How could a man truly lead if he's only known privilege
How you know the path out of poverty
You never been in it
Advertise real, but you only sell gimmicks
I'm here to speak truth
I ain't here to politic it
The clock ticking
The plot thickens
So bear witness
Accidentally fucking Perfect 'till my death sentence
This a fucking revolution, thought I been said it
Keep it movin' 'till the doctor say I'm bed ridden
I said, I'm here for the long run, baby
Can't get rid of me
I spit real, y'all spit with no validity
I feel like Babe Ruth playing Little League
All the rappers in the field getting jittery
My skill making history
Y'all still searching YouTube beats
Funny how the bracket change so quick
Used to be top 50 now I'm top 10
And I'm not 10 or the 8 below that mf
No, I won't runaway
I'll let my tears fall in the open
And mix with the rain
No, I won't runaway
I'll tear my chest wide open
If that's what it takes
If that's what it takes
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Writer(s): Dylan Hall
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