Kickback - Freestyle
Yeah
Kick back, sit back
In your seat like a sedative (sedative)
I got the shit to make
All of your worries irrelevant (irrelevant)
Stepping all over this beat
So please pardon my etiquette (my etiquette)
I just dropped my first EP but I feel like a veteran
It's evident, put me on a track and I'm in my element (element)
The reverend rapper and this record is just a testament (a testament)
Hit 'em with the holy, heavenly flow for the hell of it
With elegance, then imma shit on 'em, feel my excrement
The settling night sky
The stars aligning, and connecting like Wi-Fi
A step into my mind, so dive into high tide
Where all of my rhymes bind to blend like tie-dye
I used to wonder how it's supposed to be
Instant gratifications been tryna grab ahold of me
Dumping on my dopamine
Had to find my rhythm
Focused, now my problems are ghost to me
Toast to the ones close, help me turn to a doper me
Lot of gas, little flame, let it bang
Burning the building and building the bridges, no Notre Dame
Unblurring the vision, raising the racks for my children
And using music as a muse to those in the same lane, uh
12AM, catch me cruising down on the Gardiner
Late night, street lights, fade in with the kilometres
Windows down, heating up, might need a thermometer
Pull up to the party and they call me by the moniker
Cut the spendings
Dough in the bank like my bread is embedded
A pen and a pad, that's a lethal weapon
In a minute, in a second
Done spending my time chasing time I ain't getting back
Creating fans from evasive faces who said they hated rap
Secret sauce in the recipe so he surely made it slap
Never left a wasted track, but that's unrelated
I've been going harder, underrated and that's undebated
Over all these other rappers and that's still an understatement
I wanna add a couple of digits, for thumbing through riches
Envisioning getting the gold
Hit a couple of swishes, I'm off of my pivot
I'm balling and tell 'em, behold
I'm supplying ambition, my mind on a mission
My soul, it'll never erode
But now the story unfolds, get it told, now they know that this—
A product of all my thoughts across just a couple of shots
Impossible, often crossing my losses all off of the plot
I'm solving a lot of my problems, got 'em all caught in a knot
I'm modest, but honest on this I'm offering all that I got
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Want?
Want?
Want?
Kick back, sit back
In your seat like a sedative (sedative)
I got the shit to make
All of your worries irrelevant (irrelevant)
Stepping all over this beat
So please pardon my etiquette (my etiquette)
I just dropped my first EP but I feel like a veteran
It's evident, put me on a track and I'm in my element (element)
The reverend rapper and this record is just a testament (a testament)
Hit 'em with the holy, heavenly flow for the hell of it
With elegance, then imma shit on 'em, feel my excrement
The settling night sky
The stars aligning, and connecting like Wi-Fi
A step into my mind, so dive into high tide
Where all of my rhymes bind to blend like tie-dye
I used to wonder how it's supposed to be
Instant gratifications been tryna grab ahold of me
Dumping on my dopamine
Had to find my rhythm
Focused, now my problems are ghost to me
Toast to the ones close, help me turn to a doper me
Lot of gas, little flame, let it bang
Burning the building and building the bridges, no Notre Dame
Unblurring the vision, raising the racks for my children
And using music as a muse to those in the same lane, uh
12AM, catch me cruising down on the Gardiner
Late night, street lights, fade in with the kilometres
Windows down, heating up, might need a thermometer
Pull up to the party and they call me by the moniker
Cut the spendings
Dough in the bank like my bread is embedded
A pen and a pad, that's a lethal weapon
In a minute, in a second
Done spending my time chasing time I ain't getting back
Creating fans from evasive faces who said they hated rap
Secret sauce in the recipe so he surely made it slap
Never left a wasted track, but that's unrelated
I've been going harder, underrated and that's undebated
Over all these other rappers and that's still an understatement
I wanna add a couple of digits, for thumbing through riches
Envisioning getting the gold
Hit a couple of swishes, I'm off of my pivot
I'm balling and tell 'em, behold
I'm supplying ambition, my mind on a mission
My soul, it'll never erode
But now the story unfolds, get it told, now they know that this—
A product of all my thoughts across just a couple of shots
Impossible, often crossing my losses all off of the plot
I'm solving a lot of my problems, got 'em all caught in a knot
I'm modest, but honest on this I'm offering all that I got
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Is that really what you want?
Want?
Want?
Want?
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