Drums In The Attic

I don't do a whole lot of talking man
I just do a whole lot of rapping you heard

My combat stance Sonya Blade can't clone
Blow bank on chrome to show ya mane Capone
Not convinced you is more Al like, the chipmunk
Forty cal light clips up my mic will rip ya

Rebuttal is no, put the knife to ya jugular slow
Buck fifty where ya stubble will grow
Become an adult, it change how I come in the doe
Kick with 4 4's now used to drum on the low

Y'all prima donna see me, he a rhyma
Rock shows where O's on checks after the commas
Carry the whole the bench though, rarely disclose info
Shots in yo pocket you rushing, Kirelenko

I'm Kyle Anderson, life wild and I'm him plan to win
Florida born no panhandling
See in time my mission been redefined
One constant been grind for freedom for me and mine



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ekwuaju
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