Panarin
I'm on the runway I'm underrated and undercover
I'm a model rapper who gonna make it to on the cover
The time is perfect so don't be nervous I know my purpose
I'm a Sunday service and dropping heat, they call me furnace
So hot I'm heating the truth I'm leaking 'cuz I be creeping
On another level I wither you then I make a beacon
I know I'm speaking what should be keeping to Minecraft
But I'm having fun with my verses I'm playing 'rhymecraft'
The time changed my mind changed a lot changed
But my dough stays my bro stays my flow stays
Hitting you'll find me deep in the kitchen
I made this beat in a minute but still they wanna keep bitching
I'm burning 'cuz really I'm the ignition and really imma start ditching
All of my opportunities for a 9-5 and a pot to piss in
An easy decision but still I'm having a vision that
What I'm doing congruent to a point that I'm missing and God
Love the attention but hate my intention
Failed to mention I hate having tension
I hate having static it makes me erratic
My head is the closet in which I deposited my
Self worth
Self love and all of the above man
That shit is uh, that shit is ruthless
I put 100 to music and then some more just to prove it
Cuz I'm addicted to people thinking that I overdo it
But uh I know how I do it I know I gotta keep moving
I made this tape about the shit I'm pursuing and God
Damn they see me coming I see em running
I'm shooting buzzers I'm beating the others I'm playing with lovers
My word in my verses I'm versus everyone, curses
I guess I'll take it and make it, its nothing new to me
Doing me fluently how you tryna be suing me when you copy my writing
I'm fighting and I see a sighting of a light alright
I write about the struggle I'm writing giving rebuttal to the notion that I'm
Suddenly not doing shit with my life
And I hate that
Cuz you can ignore me or you can say that I'm boring but
To berate upon the premise that I'm actually snoring? That I'm asleep at the wheel
And I should wake up for 9-5 job you feel, fuck that
I'm finally dreaming I'm finally living the irony is
Is that the fruits of my paper labor will be a decision for you to
Pick up and listen is there a point that I'm missin' or just a vision you missing
Goddamn, out in the frying pan and into the public hand
My garden of Eden streaming its out in the public man
I'm cutting the budget of fan plans and "can do's"
I know it's myself I can't lose hol' up
I'm a model rapper who gonna make it to on the cover
The time is perfect so don't be nervous I know my purpose
I'm a Sunday service and dropping heat, they call me furnace
So hot I'm heating the truth I'm leaking 'cuz I be creeping
On another level I wither you then I make a beacon
I know I'm speaking what should be keeping to Minecraft
But I'm having fun with my verses I'm playing 'rhymecraft'
The time changed my mind changed a lot changed
But my dough stays my bro stays my flow stays
Hitting you'll find me deep in the kitchen
I made this beat in a minute but still they wanna keep bitching
I'm burning 'cuz really I'm the ignition and really imma start ditching
All of my opportunities for a 9-5 and a pot to piss in
An easy decision but still I'm having a vision that
What I'm doing congruent to a point that I'm missing and God
Love the attention but hate my intention
Failed to mention I hate having tension
I hate having static it makes me erratic
My head is the closet in which I deposited my
Self worth
Self love and all of the above man
That shit is uh, that shit is ruthless
I put 100 to music and then some more just to prove it
Cuz I'm addicted to people thinking that I overdo it
But uh I know how I do it I know I gotta keep moving
I made this tape about the shit I'm pursuing and God
Damn they see me coming I see em running
I'm shooting buzzers I'm beating the others I'm playing with lovers
My word in my verses I'm versus everyone, curses
I guess I'll take it and make it, its nothing new to me
Doing me fluently how you tryna be suing me when you copy my writing
I'm fighting and I see a sighting of a light alright
I write about the struggle I'm writing giving rebuttal to the notion that I'm
Suddenly not doing shit with my life
And I hate that
Cuz you can ignore me or you can say that I'm boring but
To berate upon the premise that I'm actually snoring? That I'm asleep at the wheel
And I should wake up for 9-5 job you feel, fuck that
I'm finally dreaming I'm finally living the irony is
Is that the fruits of my paper labor will be a decision for you to
Pick up and listen is there a point that I'm missin' or just a vision you missing
Goddamn, out in the frying pan and into the public hand
My garden of Eden streaming its out in the public man
I'm cutting the budget of fan plans and "can do's"
I know it's myself I can't lose hol' up
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Crouthamel
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