CeeLo Green
Be gloating
You below me
So b-low me
I'm B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak on beats
Y'all sleep on me
Rock Takashi Murakami
Word to Tommy
I eat pastrami, no commies
Dropping these bombs off so calmly
Palming these lyrics on acid
Like I don't need any adlibs
Backflips and shit for the backend
Rappin? I'm makin' a faction
Movin' with decisive action
Doin' it, I am just flashin'
Off and I feel like a mansion
Clean as fuck, I built it up
I made it motherfuckin' happen
Rude as fuck, you boo at us
You think you're gonna stop the traction
Two of us are ten of you
The fuck you think you gonna do?
I rap, not speak, I am the free
I grab the mic, release the truth
A ruthless piece of wasted youth
In booths all night until he pukes
A life in sight he cannot lose
Confused and blind, don't screw the pooch
Aloof and abused, he's a stupid doofus
A clueless oof, a super duper dude
Feels like he is super useless too
Being ignored like super duper foods
His music is cool, but he's so weird at school
A pool of thoughts inside of his head
Aside of them
He wants to rhyme
He been rhymin' to death
Inside of him he's crying
Like he's trying some meth
And he been rhymin' in silence
His style and vibe, he's as fly as sex
He cohesive and violent
His time is next
He cohesive and violent
His time is next
I feed the poor, I kill the meat
The meat is yours
So eat some more
I send the weak
To meet the Lord
I kill the meek
So what do we have a reaper for?
God sent for more
So I pulled up in my Aventador
I sent a girl
To rent a Porsche
I sent it back
Cuz I got bored
Be gloating
You below me
So b-low me
I'm B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak on beats
Y'all sleep on me
Rock Takashi Murakami
Word to Tommy
I eat pastrami, no commies
Dropping these bombs off so calmly
Palming these lyrics on acid
Like I don't need any adlibs
Backflips and shit for the backend
Rappin? I'm makin' a faction
Movin' with decisive action
Applications
Rats are racing
Facts erasing
Time is changing
I'm just activating
I feel so captivating
Like mountains you find in the Appalachians
I rap for days and
I don't wanna pass away and
My accolades
Are just passive pages
Inside the book
I've been writing my entire life
A higher life, a finer life
I wanna build an empire like
Alexander the Great
Who inspired mine
To outshine the rest
Finalize my rest
I'll just sign the chekcs
Pass to my lawyer
He'll sign the rest
My final destination
Is higher revelation
ISS, as high as the space station
I'm in space, wasted
I'm just face paintin'
All these rappers
Who be space wastin'
I'm ace chasin'
And way faded
I make money
Like a day trader
Like a day later
I spend it all
I waste my money
I spent it all
On bass guitars and Adderall
My life is just like Pokemon
Because bitch I have had 'em all
Ladies and gentleman
Thank you for coming to this very special production
Written by Griffin
You below me
So b-low me
I'm B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak on beats
Y'all sleep on me
Rock Takashi Murakami
Word to Tommy
I eat pastrami, no commies
Dropping these bombs off so calmly
Palming these lyrics on acid
Like I don't need any adlibs
Backflips and shit for the backend
Rappin? I'm makin' a faction
Movin' with decisive action
Doin' it, I am just flashin'
Off and I feel like a mansion
Clean as fuck, I built it up
I made it motherfuckin' happen
Rude as fuck, you boo at us
You think you're gonna stop the traction
Two of us are ten of you
The fuck you think you gonna do?
I rap, not speak, I am the free
I grab the mic, release the truth
A ruthless piece of wasted youth
In booths all night until he pukes
A life in sight he cannot lose
Confused and blind, don't screw the pooch
Aloof and abused, he's a stupid doofus
A clueless oof, a super duper dude
Feels like he is super useless too
Being ignored like super duper foods
His music is cool, but he's so weird at school
A pool of thoughts inside of his head
Aside of them
He wants to rhyme
He been rhymin' to death
Inside of him he's crying
Like he's trying some meth
And he been rhymin' in silence
His style and vibe, he's as fly as sex
He cohesive and violent
His time is next
He cohesive and violent
His time is next
I feed the poor, I kill the meat
The meat is yours
So eat some more
I send the weak
To meet the Lord
I kill the meek
So what do we have a reaper for?
God sent for more
So I pulled up in my Aventador
I sent a girl
To rent a Porsche
I sent it back
Cuz I got bored
Be gloating
You below me
So b-low me
I'm B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak on beats
Y'all sleep on me
Rock Takashi Murakami
Word to Tommy
I eat pastrami, no commies
Dropping these bombs off so calmly
Palming these lyrics on acid
Like I don't need any adlibs
Backflips and shit for the backend
Rappin? I'm makin' a faction
Movin' with decisive action
Applications
Rats are racing
Facts erasing
Time is changing
I'm just activating
I feel so captivating
Like mountains you find in the Appalachians
I rap for days and
I don't wanna pass away and
My accolades
Are just passive pages
Inside the book
I've been writing my entire life
A higher life, a finer life
I wanna build an empire like
Alexander the Great
Who inspired mine
To outshine the rest
Finalize my rest
I'll just sign the chekcs
Pass to my lawyer
He'll sign the rest
My final destination
Is higher revelation
ISS, as high as the space station
I'm in space, wasted
I'm just face paintin'
All these rappers
Who be space wastin'
I'm ace chasin'
And way faded
I make money
Like a day trader
Like a day later
I spend it all
I waste my money
I spent it all
On bass guitars and Adderall
My life is just like Pokemon
Because bitch I have had 'em all
Ladies and gentleman
Thank you for coming to this very special production
Written by Griffin
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Strier
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