Basquiat Picasso
Lucky little brown boy
Coming from the ground boy
Nunca hace caso
So moma whooped that ass boy
But I ain't really mad tho
Steady building up that castle
Flow so Basquiat Picasso
Paint the picture with a brush stroke
I'm so abstract with the rhyme tho
Let me tell you how the sun rose
It look something like a light glow
So bright that it might blind you
Now close yo eyes
And vibe to
The sounds that I
Provide you!
I speak in tounges
Like haiku
Ima make you focus
Hear me like am chosen
These emotions
Like an ocean
Drowning
In the voices
Getting sick
From all the motion
Pictures
Gotta
Make sure
That my net worth
Is worth more
Than what they word
I been working so dam hard
That my neck hurts
We're no wasting
Potential
I just come thru
And i cut thru
Like the 1 2s
Tell me what chu really won't do
Thought I told you
You all old news
You can't tell me nothing
Till this
Passion got you
Ina choke hold
Take a photo
It last long
In this fast life
I rather move slow mo
I don't want nothing but the truth!
From you
Don't gota think about it
Do!
Ou
The time no stopping now
Move!
Ou
I'm an angel
I'm an asshole
It's a balance
Always ready
Aunque llego un poco tarde
I stay singing pretty ballads
Roll another then am out it
Siempre listo pa el desmadre
But that don't mean
That am bout it
Yeah mi flow leave em
Ecstatic
Like woah
Coming from the ground boy
Nunca hace caso
So moma whooped that ass boy
But I ain't really mad tho
Steady building up that castle
Flow so Basquiat Picasso
Paint the picture with a brush stroke
I'm so abstract with the rhyme tho
Let me tell you how the sun rose
It look something like a light glow
So bright that it might blind you
Now close yo eyes
And vibe to
The sounds that I
Provide you!
I speak in tounges
Like haiku
Ima make you focus
Hear me like am chosen
These emotions
Like an ocean
Drowning
In the voices
Getting sick
From all the motion
Pictures
Gotta
Make sure
That my net worth
Is worth more
Than what they word
I been working so dam hard
That my neck hurts
We're no wasting
Potential
I just come thru
And i cut thru
Like the 1 2s
Tell me what chu really won't do
Thought I told you
You all old news
You can't tell me nothing
Till this
Passion got you
Ina choke hold
Take a photo
It last long
In this fast life
I rather move slow mo
I don't want nothing but the truth!
From you
Don't gota think about it
Do!
Ou
The time no stopping now
Move!
Ou
I'm an angel
I'm an asshole
It's a balance
Always ready
Aunque llego un poco tarde
I stay singing pretty ballads
Roll another then am out it
Siempre listo pa el desmadre
But that don't mean
That am bout it
Yeah mi flow leave em
Ecstatic
Like woah
Credits
Writer(s): Mi Loca
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