I Can't Believe It's Not Butter
We going through the struggle
Y'all fold at the first sign of trouble
I rise out the dust of the rubble
My approach is more than subtle
Navigating through the tunnel
In this life solving the puzzle
Barely utilizing muscle
I'm out here bursting bubbles
Making plays like I'm in a huddle
Way I move my feet call that shuffle
Wordplay is in a jumble
With the rock don't tumble or fumble
On this ride you better buckle
Supersonic leave you muddled
Grinding hard we on the hustle
Flowing fast might st st stumble
I can't believe it's not butter
I can't believe when y'all mutter
Spitting flame watch out for the sputter
Fuck the beat without a rubber
I'm eating like it's supper
Y'all sleeping like slumber
I'm a trackstar not a runner
I'm a fighter not a gunner
Not the prey I am the hunter
This shit hot like in the summer
Make you faint I am a stunner
I'll be running up the numbers
OMG he making me shudder
OMG he going off usher
Giving headaches like oh brother
Sleepyiki won't be another
On g
On g you know it's me
They won't believe
Still see me as KOBi, meek
And black and mild
I know the streets, concrete jungle child, it's wild
Maintain the peace, keep it humble, but flaunt the style
On beats, oh geez
On g I was tweakin, war in my mind, now the treaty found, beguiled
(wow)
Can't do the the faking, yall was hating-how you feeenin' now
Screaming how y'all need the sound
(wow)
Y'all fold at the first sign of trouble
I rise out the dust of the rubble
My approach is more than subtle
Navigating through the tunnel
In this life solving the puzzle
Barely utilizing muscle
I'm out here bursting bubbles
Making plays like I'm in a huddle
Way I move my feet call that shuffle
Wordplay is in a jumble
With the rock don't tumble or fumble
On this ride you better buckle
Supersonic leave you muddled
Grinding hard we on the hustle
Flowing fast might st st stumble
I can't believe it's not butter
I can't believe when y'all mutter
Spitting flame watch out for the sputter
Fuck the beat without a rubber
I'm eating like it's supper
Y'all sleeping like slumber
I'm a trackstar not a runner
I'm a fighter not a gunner
Not the prey I am the hunter
This shit hot like in the summer
Make you faint I am a stunner
I'll be running up the numbers
OMG he making me shudder
OMG he going off usher
Giving headaches like oh brother
Sleepyiki won't be another
On g
On g you know it's me
They won't believe
Still see me as KOBi, meek
And black and mild
I know the streets, concrete jungle child, it's wild
Maintain the peace, keep it humble, but flaunt the style
On beats, oh geez
On g I was tweakin, war in my mind, now the treaty found, beguiled
(wow)
Can't do the the faking, yall was hating-how you feeenin' now
Screaming how y'all need the sound
(wow)
Credits
Writer(s): Kobi Donaldson
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