A World Of My Own

Yeah

I'ma rock the Gas Drawls cap til the mane grow back
Deadpan stare plus the face gone blank
On my old head shtick every flex make a crack
Throw the bedpan at em if he claim that I rap
Don't compare me to this one or that kid
Grown and I been there and back, can't pinpoint an accent
Flow's Red and Gold, time'll show if the mask fit
Goal's to be dope from to the crib to the casket

Tisket a-tasket, I'll piss in ya basket
Of dreams bout amassing the blings come from passion
Y'all know what we want
The keys to the mansion, the flashiest fashion, the whips
Plus a view of the beach from the porch
The truth is you broke
And bad bitches laugh when they pass you
They love a good joke

Give a fuck bout these playlists these rap niggas rabid to land in
For every plant wishin an industry backing them
Premium package deals, ten AI niggas gon snatch that shit out from up under then
Drop a few classics, ain't worried bout masters
What good is a 360 layup, this game ain't for practice
What good is celebrity status when shit just ain't hitting the same

Average

Bums living lavish though, I cannot cap
Pump and dump rappers came up on the racks
So what if the numbers been padded, in fact
There's dumb mothafuckas all over the map
I'm sure that there's someone gon listen to that
Wannabe youngins in love with the Raq
You might live in Canada, I ain't gon rat
Believe in ya lie, kid, die in the trap

I'm in a world of my own
They said niggas been uppin the pole on niggas
Man I must've been checkin my phone
I ain't see shit
That gun a prop, little buddy, you playin a role
Said that shit just for a song
Me, I go full method
Like Redman in that episode of Cribs
Pull up on us, door open, I'll show ya how I live

Wake up at 6, work until 5
Five days a week, a quarter of life
Three hundred minutes, a Colt 45
A working class nigga all 365
In love with living, my chicken is fried
Fingers stay itching for something to buy
I don't spend money on friends or bitches
So I should be rich by the time I retire

Niggas pressed
Niggas pressed
Loved us at our lowest
Fuckin hate it when a nigga blessed
Stressed
Never catch me lackin
Only throw stones at the best
Let's
I know my demons by name
And all of em got Stretched
Til my last breath, I'm stepping on necks
Til there's nothing left

We got a great show for you tonight
King Gore is back