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Who would have known that I could be this nice
Even I slept on myself during sleepless nights
I at times lose my temper on my Tempur Pedic
Because it took me this long to see my pen is a relic, epic
This track is compiled of lyrics that were randomly formed
And now we celebrate the day that they're finally born
Soli Deo Gloria, though it may sound odd
Glory to God if you didn't know the lingo of the squad
Back in the gap homies was chasing a sack like Warren Sapp
I'm just praying that they don't go back
Matter of fact now we talking getting legal bags
I remember having walks with them lethal sags
I knew that I can make it
I just needed to meditate it.
I ain't talking new age spirituality G'
I just sat talked to my father fighting principalities happily
Rapping is my passion my flow is acid, proceed with caution
Holding it ransom my lyrics blasting we need a coffin
Making an anthem, won't leave ya dancing, it'll leave you coughing
That means its sick, I'm too legit, His name is Austin
I'm bringing knowledge like I'm on the a,b honor roll
Honorable with the wordplay, A.B's on a roll
Never fold the cards I was dealt, no matter how I felt
There's one thing in life I need more than wealth, and even health
Im talking Jesus peace, gets me thru these painful weeks
Walking in front of Little Caesars, he tryna get a piece
His wife's deceased, his body reeks, begins to weep
Because he's homeless, he's hopeless there's ain't nowhere to sleep
What's going to get him thru this, some crack music
Get back Judas, let the real spitters of rap do this
We bringing substance to ya' ears, who shall I fear
Lets make it clear, it's no one here, He holds me near
Rawness in my lyrics, you can't deny it
If you don't like it, then don't buy it
If I'm honest it's really priceless
A lot of artist really lifeless that's being modest, I might get silenced
What will I be before I pass away
How will I be remembered in my passing days
I think about it often lately
Tryna' get rings like Brady, or Sonic maybe
90s baby, raised on Shady
The devil shot me, he only grazed me
Can you not see, this rebels deadly
Life will teach you something if you listen to the lyrics
Quit seeking attention and the bluffing focus on the vision
People pay for likes up on a post
I'll take 50 likes if they genuine folks
I'm on my BS, I am a Taurus
Bring in the chorus, there is no chorus
Even I slept on myself during sleepless nights
I at times lose my temper on my Tempur Pedic
Because it took me this long to see my pen is a relic, epic
This track is compiled of lyrics that were randomly formed
And now we celebrate the day that they're finally born
Soli Deo Gloria, though it may sound odd
Glory to God if you didn't know the lingo of the squad
Back in the gap homies was chasing a sack like Warren Sapp
I'm just praying that they don't go back
Matter of fact now we talking getting legal bags
I remember having walks with them lethal sags
I knew that I can make it
I just needed to meditate it.
I ain't talking new age spirituality G'
I just sat talked to my father fighting principalities happily
Rapping is my passion my flow is acid, proceed with caution
Holding it ransom my lyrics blasting we need a coffin
Making an anthem, won't leave ya dancing, it'll leave you coughing
That means its sick, I'm too legit, His name is Austin
I'm bringing knowledge like I'm on the a,b honor roll
Honorable with the wordplay, A.B's on a roll
Never fold the cards I was dealt, no matter how I felt
There's one thing in life I need more than wealth, and even health
Im talking Jesus peace, gets me thru these painful weeks
Walking in front of Little Caesars, he tryna get a piece
His wife's deceased, his body reeks, begins to weep
Because he's homeless, he's hopeless there's ain't nowhere to sleep
What's going to get him thru this, some crack music
Get back Judas, let the real spitters of rap do this
We bringing substance to ya' ears, who shall I fear
Lets make it clear, it's no one here, He holds me near
Rawness in my lyrics, you can't deny it
If you don't like it, then don't buy it
If I'm honest it's really priceless
A lot of artist really lifeless that's being modest, I might get silenced
What will I be before I pass away
How will I be remembered in my passing days
I think about it often lately
Tryna' get rings like Brady, or Sonic maybe
90s baby, raised on Shady
The devil shot me, he only grazed me
Can you not see, this rebels deadly
Life will teach you something if you listen to the lyrics
Quit seeking attention and the bluffing focus on the vision
People pay for likes up on a post
I'll take 50 likes if they genuine folks
I'm on my BS, I am a Taurus
Bring in the chorus, there is no chorus
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Writer(s): Austin Burton
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