That Yungin
Yeah
Bouta have some fun with this one
We on some smooth vibes, you feelin me?
Ok, ok
Yeah
I really be That Yungin'
Ain't nobody do it like me, fight me on that
Sleek attack, so although you had asked you'd be wishing for the time back
Never let a rhyme slack, I cackle, rack up my discography so the radios calling me
That's how I really be
I'm jus waiting for the moment where they recognize my skill
And so then I get to show it
When I hone in for the kill, I won't miss it my precision it be going up
Every song I be glowing up
Carry the world on my back so I'm towing trucks
I would own a truck for the sake of focus
But I prefer to takeoff in thought like it's a Boeing
And I'm bowling with they minds
Exploding they minds, exploiting the crimes of no purpose
Cuz the sucka's be lurking, so I got to find a way
And the water be murky, so I got to find the day
Listen to what I say, I create
Messages for the masses on a massive plate
Towering piles of twin meanings like a plane
I learn of the craft from the greats
But only one is good and I ain't talking physical state
Uh
Fast forward through the door
Hit the stage, see the light-up rods waving
Break the floor, ain't no hate, I will only show love 'till there ain't no more
Then I generate the stock, I stock it up
Up it go up I'ma stick with it like bricks against a sock
Yes, I got my lifeline on lock
I'm try'na see what's happening like I'm Brock
I'm try'na guarantee the landin' up on top
I'm sly a dog, staying with the padding and the Pateks
'Cause I won't take the drop
Now you know what I'm on
But really it's the surface, so catch the words before they gone
I'm learning a ton
I'm birding: a swan
Flying I'm a pilot so I go from Caterpillar, butterfly, call me Wyatt
Moving quiet, move it silent, do it private
I ain't trying to start a riot
Like how people react when you say they need a diet, huh
I guess I'm inviolent, heating up the climate
I don't sip violet, not good for the mind or my gut
They say they hate the rhyme, but that's nothing but my butt
'Cause in a while, they'll be eating up my style, huh
Bouta have some fun with this one
We on some smooth vibes, you feelin me?
Ok, ok
Yeah
I really be That Yungin'
Ain't nobody do it like me, fight me on that
Sleek attack, so although you had asked you'd be wishing for the time back
Never let a rhyme slack, I cackle, rack up my discography so the radios calling me
That's how I really be
I'm jus waiting for the moment where they recognize my skill
And so then I get to show it
When I hone in for the kill, I won't miss it my precision it be going up
Every song I be glowing up
Carry the world on my back so I'm towing trucks
I would own a truck for the sake of focus
But I prefer to takeoff in thought like it's a Boeing
And I'm bowling with they minds
Exploding they minds, exploiting the crimes of no purpose
Cuz the sucka's be lurking, so I got to find a way
And the water be murky, so I got to find the day
Listen to what I say, I create
Messages for the masses on a massive plate
Towering piles of twin meanings like a plane
I learn of the craft from the greats
But only one is good and I ain't talking physical state
Uh
Fast forward through the door
Hit the stage, see the light-up rods waving
Break the floor, ain't no hate, I will only show love 'till there ain't no more
Then I generate the stock, I stock it up
Up it go up I'ma stick with it like bricks against a sock
Yes, I got my lifeline on lock
I'm try'na see what's happening like I'm Brock
I'm try'na guarantee the landin' up on top
I'm sly a dog, staying with the padding and the Pateks
'Cause I won't take the drop
Now you know what I'm on
But really it's the surface, so catch the words before they gone
I'm learning a ton
I'm birding: a swan
Flying I'm a pilot so I go from Caterpillar, butterfly, call me Wyatt
Moving quiet, move it silent, do it private
I ain't trying to start a riot
Like how people react when you say they need a diet, huh
I guess I'm inviolent, heating up the climate
I don't sip violet, not good for the mind or my gut
They say they hate the rhyme, but that's nothing but my butt
'Cause in a while, they'll be eating up my style, huh
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Gutierrez
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